Some Where Still

Should I have moved? Am I making relevant work? Is this self-indulgent looking out on the field of cows? Should I be meeting more people? However, it is with such joy I watch my dogs chasing one another under the apple tree. It is with such thankfulness that I breathe clean air. I am no longer subjected to the deafening sounds of passing aeroplanes but just the gentle hammer of the woodpecker and the mighty call of the chickadee. To my friends I left in Australia, I am somewhere still.