Summer has finally arrived in my neck of the woods.  Upon arising this morning just before dawn, the air felt ever so crisp and cool.  I made a cup o’ tea and headed to my terrace to watch the world wake up.

As the sun rose this morning, the birds began to sing, and in the distance, a lone car putt-putted on the country road.  The dew sparkled in the lush green field under blue-pink skies, and a soft breeze tickled the leaves on the magnolia trees.  The breeze sent a soft fragrance from the marigolds planted in pots around the terrace.

I am writing almost every day and have several books and short stories in the works.  I had a dry spell for a while, but it returned in full force.

I like that.

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©2022 Colcannon Metropolis, excerpt from “Thoughts from the Terrace on a Rainy Day” and “Tales at Dawn”