I can no longer place us anywhere but here.

I see how this life has built itself up around us, somehow grown into the shape of a house where we sit on the porch watching storms.

MOVING BY MATT MULLINS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 03

Parked in our driveway after an evening spent with good friends
I’m staring through the windshield at our house lit up against the night
while thinking of you and the life we’ve built for ourselves here
in this Midwestern town with its late summer storms and green tornado skies.