I’m uncomfortably aware of our imminent departure from Sutton, just a few days from now. It takes a while to settle into island rhythm, and it seems I always find it right around the time I have to leave.
I suppose that’s a cause-effect relationship. I remember when it came time to move away from Rochester, NY after our eight-year residence, much of which I squandered with one eye over my shoulder, looking to our eventual return to familiar northeastern territory. Once our departure was on the calendar, I began to notice what I was leaving behind. So many aspects of life in Rochester were lovely, but I didn’t register them when I saw them as temporary obstacles to something else.
What poignant wisdom Thornton Wilder’s Emily speaks in Our Town – “Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it – every, every minute?”
Got to keep trying.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 341: 149 words, TOTAL = 56,235; 3,765 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.