The Loft
Per our agreement, the Proprietess rented to me a tiny loft on the top floor of the Taverna overlooking the Piazza. A number of artists, writers, and performers lived there as well, and I was very grateful to secure this space among them. I was equally glad that my loft was ABOVE the flamenco dancer’s studio and not under it.
My space had a skylight and many windows, and sunlight flooded the space. Though small, the space served my purposes– I needed only a place to read, write and sleep. I could eat and entertain downstairs in the Taverna, and with the entire city of Cyberia waiting to be explored, I knew I often would not be home.
I could not bear to keep Syren locked up in a livery all day so I arranged for a local horse farm to keep her for a small fee. She was close enough for me to visit regularly and I planned to go exploring with her on my days off.
Cyberia! I took a big breath of fresh air as I stepped onto my balcony. I felt aloft upon a breeze of hope and opportunity.
Lori Gloyd (c) 2006
Well Lori! You have your running shoes on and are totally organized darling. I just love this. And a farm to visit. Maybe Shannon will look after Syren at Indigo Farm.
Heather Blakey
August 12, 2006 at 1:42 am