Today is a melancholy day of cleaning. I am sad to leave this beautiful studio with its heavenly view, the sound of the river, nights with bonfires, new friends, and some materials that can't come with me. It is a difficult day. I have been sweeping my floor into one pile for the entire month, and now I have a small treasure trove that is really an amalgamation of memories. I think I'll take it with me in a brown paper bag.