"I want everybody to live very close. I want to borrow from each other, want to bike over in house shoes for a quick game of cards on the deck floor with some tea or digestif. I want animals around and wind chimes above our heads. Somebody is cooking, I brought the bread, players come and go, a candle is lit to keep off the bugs. Dogs need to be fed, "turn the record over." It plays through the screen windows and so too comes chatter from inside the kitchen. They come back from surfing and pull out a bag of oysters from the backseat of the car. There is little distinction between mine and yours, where we are sleeping tonight, and under whose roof matters not much. If we separate, we are sure to see each other again on the waves under the morning mist. If we stay together, on the couches, on the floor, dozed into deep listening and burning midnight oil, then one of us will rise and cut some fruit, make some coffee and tea, but not the same person who did it last time because in this house we take turns. In this house we dance." 

Anna Fusco aka @lordcowboy