The water, cold and salty, was suddenly washing over me – feet first then up my legs. I sprang up grabbing towel and iPad, backpack and notebook. My phone was lost to me, I could not see it, I could only hope it wasn’t being carried away. Is the tide going in or out I …
It is one of the sweetest things, the anticipation of summer. Stepping outside to sunny skies bright and blue. A gentle breeze and the spotted shadow of leaves providing breaks to the warm air. The jangle of ice as I sip cool and refreshing lemon water. Little beetles shimmering black and bronze scurrying over freshly …
The sun is becoming infectious. The type of late summer sun that makes me think of fall. Just a little. Just enough to nudge me outside to loungE and soak and sip and exist. Fall is subtle here down in the deepest south. It doesn’t mean the same thing. Leaves, if they ever fall won’t …
To live in the South, the deep South, what would your mind picture? Me, sitting in my yard filled with a humid and gentle breeze? Late in October, in a long, dangerous drought but somehow everything around me is mostly green? Listening to the breeze and birds, yes. But also the persistent sound of traffic? …