#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
It was late afternoon by the time I had my daily walk, and the sun was setting in Tampa, a cool breeze chilled me as I walked the scenic River Walk past the palms and the dramatic clouds over the tall buildings. Most of my day was spent indoors at a writing conference, AWP18, and I was so happy to be swinging my arms outdoors by a rippling river and breathing fresh air.
I woke this morning, fortunately in Tampa, having flown here a day early to avoid a late winter snow storm. At home, my family woke to trees, broken and toppled all over the driveway and yard, covered in heavy, wet snow. I imagine the dogs trotted around the yard with my husband and daughter as they cleaned up for hours.
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”