Friday, November 18, 2016

My Muse

I love to eat my meals here in the sunroom where this is the view from my window. Can you blame me? Even on cloudy, misty days like today, it's beautiful. The river, the trees and the causse have become my muse. Yesterday some cawing crows tucked away in a dead tree inspired a poem. The river shrouded with fog inspired a descriptive paragraph that's become the opening for a novel. And I can't tell you how many gratitude prayers have found their beginnings as I've contemplated the Lot and its banks. This is definitely a room with a view.

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