Watching fireworks from the hotel window seemed a most perfect way to end a most perfect dinner with my BFF. Continue reading “Fireworks over a parking garage”
Summer
Not shown: the song of goldfinches and red winged blackbirds, the rustle of the tall grass in the breeze, butterflies fluttering over the wildflowers
Tried something new
Went for a swim today at the spot at with no bridge, and left my bathing suit on the shore.
Shedding hang ups and body issues is giving me more happiness than I can describe.
From the window where I write
It doesn’t get any better than this
It is a relief and comfort to be in the company of such joyous and strong women, laughing in the moonlight.
It’s found in the most unlikely of places.
Stray word from a poetry workshop.
How to start a writing day.
This place, these women.
It’s not my home, but I feel at home. I just met them, but I feel I’ve known them forever.
Dragonslayer
The first Firefly prompt, after dinner
I want writing to feel just like this:
The dragon of daily drudgery is blocking the entrance to the cave where the treasures lie, where realistic characters and plot twists sparkle like rubies and gold.
“None shall pass!” he growls.
“Ha!” I say as wheel my steed around and race toward him.
I raise my shield of unused story lines and charge. As I grow closer, I raise my other arm and build momentum with the full weight of my desire and unleash it on him.
He breaks apart into dust, dirty dishes and unwashed laundry.
Cosmos
First bloom in the wildflower garden.
Protected
Earplugs-on-a-string courtesy of Keith, who is hoping to limit the number of times I’ll say “pardon?” when we get older.