Remembering my nights in the Yurt as I explored Coo's Bay Oregon. During the healing time after the accident and before marriage – a time before Noni. I remembering it was a long dark walk from my bed to the nearest outhouse and that the cool night air filled my lungs as I ventured out in the middle of the night. Always a fear in the back of my mind – wondering what is just beyond the flash light beam - Afraid I might get lost returning to my Yurt, to my Bed.
Cozy - comfortable - contentment - everything just right.