I’ll miss waking up to the quiet trills of birdsong, to the dazzling wall of green outside our bedroom picture window, like we’ve been camping in the treetops. I’ll miss the hemlock and spruce tips covered in tender new growth, a forest of Christmas trees aglow in bright-green fairy lights. I’ll miss the clear water – its textures, twinkles, and songs, immersing in it, gliding over it by paddle, flying over it by motorboat. Still, I’m ready to return to Maine’s summer offerings. Ready for home. My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 309: 85 words, TOTAL = 50,636; 9,364 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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