I was all set to write about fear this morning. Because I have a lot of fears. And phobias. And idiosyncrasies. And what I like to call quirks. I have these things today. I had them yesterday. I’ll have them tomorrow.
So maybe I’ll write about them tomorrow.
I’m going to go hiking.
It rained on our way up to Maine yesterday. But it’s clear now- a bit overcast, but I think I see the sun in the distance. It’s a crisp 55 degrees, but that’s OK. Because it’s beautiful out here.
And though it looks like I’m writing- I’m not- I’m just throwing words on a page.
See you tomorrow. The picture is from my balcony this morning.