Well, here we are. We’ve crossed the line.

We’ve stopped and looked up into the blue.

We’ve felt the love coming through the blue.

We’ve felt the warm glow of the orange.

And we are having persimmon dreams. And we are moving into our persimmon dreams—moving permanently—on Christmas Day. Join us some time.

The cedar ceiling in the photo below is stained with persimmon juice. But the walls are as white as they can be. If they seem a bit orange to you, you may be having persimmon dreams, too.