 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 |
AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families. Archives
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