I am sitting here in a coffee shop with Eliina, sipping a half-cold half-caf latte and listening to coffee beans being roasted in their back room. Outside is sunny and warm, warm in the weather sense, warm in the sense that there’s some form of love in the air. The kind of love that radiates from familiar places and things, homecoming love, that seems intrinsic to grandmothers’ kitchens and best friends’ beat-up cars, your childhood dog and your favorite well-worn books. I am preparing for the fall right now, feeling much better about things. It will be hard work and long hours, but… when else would I like to take this on? Now, just now, when I have energy, time and love in the well.