Category Archives: Breakfast at Strandhill

Morning on the Terrace.

As I look over the meadow from my terrace, hot coffee in hand this morning, the dew still sparkles on the grass, and the sunrise is shifting the sky from a pink-apricot to a soft blue, while the clouds grow fluffy and thick and grey around the edges.  In the distance, a flock of unidentified birds are chirping away, welcoming this new fall day.  I note that the trees are changing into their fall attire, letting go of their verdant green dress to the jewel tones of reds, golds, and oranges.  The air is cool and crisp.  And my eyes catch the last of the two new buds on my hibiscus, for that plant has just enough oomph! to give another hurrah! for the season.

My writing muse has returned and kicked in; maybe not at full speed, but enough to have pages of typewritten work to show for it, I fully expect to have something ready for publication by October.

Yes, patience is a virtue.

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