God gave me a 2nd chance. 

19 days.  Starting now.   Shall I write? 

19 days of freedom.  Silence. 

Wood floors. The large picture window overlooking the bay.  The astounding massive couplet down the grass hill of scattered yellow leaves and occasional black bird.  That mesmerizing artful work of art.  Right before me, like I'm on a throne and it my exquisite learned property holding empowered learned soulful courtesans.    

I moved the empty hummingbird feeling from the front porch to the back after discovered unused hooks lined the roof overhang.  Perfect. Directly between my eyesight the window and the trees and village seascape.   

At night, the twinkling lights. 

Fantastic.  My luck.  Here as I sit.