Listening To The Wind In The Trees

Ruminations

These past few weeks, it seems blog updating only happens when I am at weddings. This time, I am ensconced in the foothills of the Cascades, though on their eastern side versus the normal western side. Again, it is still dark out, and everyone is still, wisely so, asleep. Except for me. Restless brain. After six hours, it seems time to get up. The one trouble is that nothing is open in this sleepy little resort town at 4:30am on a Sunday morning.

Even the guy working the night shift at the lodge was somewhat flummoxed by my appearance and request for coffee.

Anyway, the long summer is over. The rest of the family goes back to school next week, and things will swing back to the more normal schedule. More writing will happen, as well as other creative endeavors. I can give up on getting a three-star score on every level of Angry Birds. And I will spend less time in the car. Huzzah!

One of the scraps of paper on my desk has the opening lines of Angel Tongue scrawled on it . . .