The air was chilly this morning after our first frost of the season. I had to bundle up to take my walk on a local gravel path. I’ve worked my way up to three miles at a time, and I wasn’t going to let the cold steal my streak. Once I got out there it stole my breath away. Brrr! I took a mid-mile break at a picnic bench to get in some Morning Pages.
Write Anywhere #14: Under A Tree
The abrupt weather change had the red-tailed squirrels scurrying from tree to tree looking for the last pecans to store away. A western bluebird stood out among the yellowing leaves swaying above me. I scribbled in my little pocket notebook and came up with the outline for a short story to enter in a local contest. The story had nothing to do with squirrels, bluebirds or trees, but it was a refreshing place to get a new idea.