Day 7: ocean in the bamboos, the wind pushes hard, and I drive with caution
Day 8: working out, my legs remember the churning of the elliptical, while I must slow down to keep my heart rate in check. It’s been awhile.
Day 9: rewrite, rewrite, and double check. Address the envelope with fingers crossed for acceptance into a poetry novel retreat.
Day 10: snowflakes fly but don’t stick.i overslept my alarm and wish I could stay under the covers all day. Instead I get to teach third grade before returning to the library to teach in the pm.