It’s a jewel of a house. Off the main drag, with a lot of story. Busy streets, seldom with traffic. Not a cafe around, but plenty of horses. Stray cats and a few lonesome dogs, roaming and jostling over the same grounds. Grass is showing green, clouds are bellowing gunmetal gray, and fierce winds are howling something awful. It’s another passing pre-spring moment, perfectly moody, in an otherwise quiet and napping town. Lexington, Oregon.