Owl House. Photo by N. Bower
By Michael Gates Gill, also known as Gatesy-Mouse
March 9, 2022: I have returned like a salmon swimming back to where it was born. I am back in Bronxville-- the home of my youth.
I can walk up the yellow, cobblestone hill to the Owl House, where I grew up. The big owl is still perched looking out from the top of the roof. I often walk past the school. This is where I first fell in love. First tried to kiss. Learned to read. And to write. This is the place where I first learned to drink. And to drive.
Photo of owl on the roof. Photo by N. Bower
The big, old houses are still the same. Not much has changed. Although I have drastically downsized. My tiny attic apartment is smaller than the kitchen of the Owl House. Yet as I climb the steep stairs I smile as I enter my small tree house.
A simple life suits me now. Less "stuff" makes me feel free. And the view through the trees lifts my heart. I can see the bright sun through the leaves at dawn, and watch the red sun through the branches as it sets. I realize as I write this that I have spent the dawn of my life and now am spending my sunset years in this little village.
Yet I remember now how eager I was to fly far away, and spent most of my life in places so unlike Bronxville. I lived in Spain and Ireland and Canada and LA-- even New York City. I never planned to return.
Life has many surprises as you know so well. Some of life's surprises are tragic, and some are fun. It feels good to be back where it all begun.