I live in the woods now in Car­rboro. It’s fall here just like it is in Asheville. From my bal­cony I can reach out and touch oak leaves that are the deep­est red when back­lit by the sun. There are more dogs than I can count in my apart­ment com­plex. I am redis­cov­er­ing the peace and joy that comes with soli­tary liv­ing. My cat seems more like himself–curious and talkative–than he has in years. The spirit of this town reminds me a lot of Asheville. […]