I am sitting on a comfy couch amidst old viles of essential oil and Paul Stamets books. I've used the virvain oil out of curiosity and have been approached by a welcoming fellow AirBnB roommate. A 3rd man passes behind us quietly across the creeky hardwood floor offering a gesture of where my room is. An incense stick has been lit as we all flop back to our own stations of comfort. This gives me a time to give a good look at the vines that smother the siding. They are speckling the sunlight into green all over the room. The upstairs sweet-smelling rustic communal feeling that's offered is a perfect backdrop for my work nights. I have friends I know would enjoy this ambiance. The cracks in the windows would be cold in the winter, but this summer pit-stop is charming and well appreciated. I'd take a date here. I'd also bet you a tea-bag that I'd stay here again. The breeze through the window is comfortable. AirBnB is perfect for staying with people who keep money local, homes that convince me people are less abusive than some think. I feel like cleaning and leaving a pint of raspberries for the next traveler. This was a pleasant place to stay and kick up my feet. I hope you may find peace here too.
You can feel at ease
Bright castings of light green
As we pay our dues