Marking 10 Years In Reunion
Steadying the feet of my camping chair deeper into the stones, I sink in and press my face to the sun. I take a long sip of a Dos Equis and toast the fact that tomorrow makes a decade since I first pulled up the drive at Camelot, ten years since finding my way to a home I’d never laid a foot on, but somehow always knew was out there waiting for my return.
