It looks + feels better than I envisioned.
I couldn't be more pleased with
the window placements,
the door to enter,
my makeshift doorknob (for now),
the individual studs,
the finger jam
+ self diagnosed pre-arthritis in my wrist,
It has me saying:
As I just finished installing a digital keyless door lock in the entry of the tiny,
it's time to break into the house ... Camping that is ...
or glamping I shall say as there was no tent to pitch up.
I wasn't sure what all I'd need ---
a few good books,
a fresh notebook to write to you,
a canteen of water
+ a lantern
+ a flashlight.
I suppose this list is almost half of my possessions now,
being a millennial minimalist of sorts.
I arrived in the field as sun was setting
to set up camp ---
just in time.
But what is time anyway?
As I lay in the gooseneck of Swan Studio,
I can hear the frogs for what sounds like miles.
The vibration of their croaks so loud but I don't mind.
Down the road my new neighbors have set up their campsite
although I am not eager to meet them quite yet.
Over the long Memorial Weekend, I too have had my fair share
on bodies of water, grilling out, + campfires
out with friends
+ visiting family.
I can smell the sweet aroma of a campfire
+ hear young children running around.
In this space engulfed in all the senses,
it feels good to retreat for a night.
I feel invigorated in this nostalgic realm I've created.
I call it A Space to Be & Love.
At 9:32 PM there isn't much left for the natural light of the day.
The new moon starts to shine
+ I hope to sleep with the stars
as it appears the rain clouds have been dissipating.
It still smells like fresh cut wood in the tiny house
so I opened 2 of the awning + 2 of the casement windows.
At 30% chance of rain, I think I'll keep them open for the night.
The breeze feels awfully nice + cool.
I'm glad to have brought 2 sleeping bags for myself.
There's also a baby fawn with many white spots outside
the front door. I think it's made a new home
as it seems to enjoy laying there
(when a lawn mower isn't swiping through.)
My eyes are heavy at a young hour.
Goodnight from the loud frogs, the silent fawn, + me
as I sign out of the field
Project Tiny House, night 1 camp out.
This week's complimentary tune : Jam HERE.
Let's continue to cultivate more in A Space to Be & Love and surround ourselves with the meaningful "tiny" things we love most. If you haven't already, subscribe here to travel more #InTheField.