For most of my adult life, I have worked on houses.
Built them, remodeled them, restored them, fixed them, cussed them, decorated them, and loved them.
Last week, whilst I was grinding a concrete floor, I got a text from Catfish, who was plastering and painting a wall. Then I got a text from Rarechild, who was happily landscaping a yard.
I paused for a moment to daydream.
With our powers combined, there is no home that we could not build together.
Perhaps someday, we will have one humble house each, a place for breaking bread together, a place for making music, and a place for making art.
All with plenty of firewood for the winter and sticks for the dogs to chase.