I am back in the northeast, and the weather is cold, even for Memorial Day.
I have not been writing. A part of my creative process is doing other things, fresh new things, like moving to the tropics. At the moment, I am enjoying a cup of coffee, wearing winter pajamas, and watching the cold rain hit the deck outside my door. I want to capture this feeling.
While I pack, I come across photographs, nostalgic albums, and music. I am donating winter clothes and boots, as I will not need them anymore. Even my car died! If that’s not a portent, I don’t now what is.