Unfortunately, we had a storm the first night out here.
Fortunately, the torrential rain showed us where our roof is leaking.
Unfortunately, it was leaking right over an ancient sleigh bed where Rachel Field used to sleep.
Fortunately, all the quilts and sheets were so thick, the mattress stayed dry.
Unfortunately, the bedding was drenched, so we had to hang it outside.
Fortunately, sheets blowing in the wind provide a glorious meditation on wind and weather, rest and resistance, time and tide, watching and waiting.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 285: 87 words, TOTAL = 47,628; 12,372 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.