We’ll be heading for the woods soon, where I can sit on the front deck and watch the setting sun. My words float in the leaves there and then fall into my head so easily, I have to take long walks with the dog to catch them all and sort them out. Summer words are so much lighter, too. They laugh easier, stay around longer, don’t prick my fingers when they finally make their way to this laptop. My pencils are sharpened. Batteries are working in my hand held recorder. And I know my favorite trees are there waiting for me to come back and read my latest words to them as Rupert and I stroll by or stop to sit beneath one of them and enjoy the comfort of the day. I’m ready, ready, ready.
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