Goodbye, little cottage. Goodbye cottage air and cottage sleep.

Goodbye bedroom on the porch with slightly rearranged mattress space.

Goodbye strange passage of time, slow then fast and back again in an ever changing pattern.

Goodbye refuge from everything ugly and noisy in the world.

Goodbye rain drums and peaceful whispers alike, both lulling me to better sleep than anywhere else

Goodbye old soul trees. I saw you exhale into the rising sun after the rains came and went

Goodbye red squirrel that captured my love's heart so adorably in the day's early light. Twice.

Goodbye Tribe. Change flows inexorably towards us this year. The die will be cast soon.

Goodbye, little cottage.