That’s all. It’s been a quiet summer day – crickets chirring, neighbors mowing the lawn. I could see, out my front door, Jean reading a book across the street in her Adirondack chair. Sun showers, rain showers, sun again, acorns and leaves happily drenched, thirst slaked at last, a wet, green glistening.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 358: 51 words, TOTAL = 58,568; 1,432 remaining
Robin 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.