different windows

This is merely a quick note, typed between filling boxes of books. The next time I write I will be looking out different windows. The bookshop is moving, after our many years here.
I feel (besides exhausted and kind of in shock) a curious sense of being guided. We have a new location, I have signed the rental agreement, all will be well.
Books are very very very heavy.

My street friends have been putting in long hours, for free, to help. And sometimes I cry, for many reasons.

But all will be well.

"How are you going to manage this?" asks a shocked customer.

"Just a book at a time. Just a box at a time."

And I will.