I was tired, but exhilarated by my climb yesterday, inspired. I stood on the rocks at King Philip’s Overlook (a very mild climb) to get the long view of the river and the foliage just starting to turn. Feet wet, the woods still muddy and moist. At home, I manage enough time to finish this small portion of my essay for group discussion tonight, and by the time I print it, I am pleased enough. Saturday, it was flat and boring. Today, I had brought a few scenes and surprises to life. This essay, I accept, is a very long haul. I have pages and pages and pages - way too many, but not yet a complete draft of the entire thing. A week or two more and I will. Then, I will see what I’ve done, and begin the long work of revision, sculpting, polishing. Writing this essay has dropped me back into high school in the month I am turning sixty.
