 The sun is gaining oomph. Its morning rays are sneaking into our north-facing bedroom earlier each day, a little tease. Sometimes in the middle of winter, it’s hard to imagine warm sun, scant clothing, cool water, soft air. It’s nice to have old photos on hand. They help my brain find its way to my favorite island for little respite from hunkering down and bundling up. I do love winter, but once in a while I indulge in looking forward to that annual reacquaintance with the outdoor freedoms of summertime. My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 186: 90 words, TOTAL = 30,475; 29,525 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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