It was a dreary day here in New England. The Rainy was coming down, the temperatures have not reached out of the fifties. The air has a chill to it, and I am happy that I had the sense to grab a sweater on my way out this morning. Its was a cold wet afternoon with drizzling rains. I feel the light Drizzle cling to my face as I take a break outside. The sky is dreary and a light fog saunters through the trees, adding a mysterious quality to all that surrounds me. Its the kind of afternoon that reminds me of Maine. If I close my eyes, I can pretend that I am at Quoddy, surrounded by fog, listening to the tide slam into the rocks. There is nothing more refreshing than the crisp air at the edge of the Atlantic.I wish I could go back up there if only for a little while.
Even on a quiet rainy day I can’t help find incredible moments. Rainy days have a cozy quality to them, and they make me want to sit down and write.
It is Wednesday, and another week is flying by. It has always struck me as funny how fast time seems to pass you by. Its pace seems to quicken as you get older, and moments pass you by in vivid flickers. That is part of why I enjoy writing. It gives me the chance to take in everything from my hectic days. It also gives me the ability to look back and enjoy what I have have missed. I am happy with my life, my only regret is that my busy schedule only gives me a brief time to write. Yet that is the way of things. Responsibilities have to come first. My life has been a blur of planning and doing lately.
Writing has been delegated to tiny moments here and there. The time change has made it so that I can only do my photography on the weekends now. I wish I could write longer pieces, yet like seems to get in the way. I always find time to write, even if it is just a few moments. It continues to give me an incredible amount of joy. I am thankful because I do have time to work towards my goal of becoming a writer. This afternoon, I cannot wait to get home to write a scene that I thought of last night. I still have that fire. It serves to show me that no matter what I will always be a writer.