This is my daddy’s chair. We called it ‘Hong Kong’ because he seemed to be far away while he sat in it. It is in my library now. I have sat in it quite a bit lately.
I sit and think, but sometimes I just sit. A reader sent me that statement while I was grieving.
It is my haven, now that the homeplace is being sold.
My little world in a blue chair. Surrounded by my favorite things. Watching the sunset on another cold day.