Noah has been sleeping in a tent the last couple of days, granted the tent happens to be in Erin’s childhood room but Noah does not seem to mind. We had to put a blanket on the threshold because Noah kept tripping over the lip.
I drew this while holding Noah’s flashlight between my shoulder and cheek while he napped.

View from my rainy morning contemplation spot.

The long squeak of the springs as you push into the hot summer sun and just as your bare-feet touch the soft green grass the door clatters it’s goodbye as it slams closed behind you.