there’s something about coming home from a long stretch away working a fire and finding space and silence. I’ll sit out on my balcony and decompress. The birds, the lake, the swish of the breeze through the trees—that’s how I rejuvenate. Not by surrounding myself with friends. No, I do this for them. They need this. They wanted this, and as much as I love to see everyone together, my social battery drains rather quickly.
