Well here I am on Stinson Lake watching fish jump and hummingbirds fight each other off the feeders. I haven’t seen the beaver yet, the one who’s blazing new trails through the neighborhood to gather trees and build a dam to change the face of New Hampshire. Nor the swimming moose.
I find peace and quietude here, with two friends I’ve known for maybe thirty-five years. Jules is working from his office—a recliner, laptop, and shelf to hold his coffee—on a conference call. Nancy has gone back to a reading-in-bed-with-a-cup-of-tea status.
Me, I feel a story coming in to fluff the feathers of my mind and settle in the nest of nerves to grow.
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What a serene place. Hugs…I haven’t left yet, going tonight.
Find peace of mind and solace, in your friends, and in the words you write.
I love New Hampshire. I don’t know what it is, but there is no other place like it for me. May the muse (and maybe even the moose) be with you.
Looks like a place where I’d like to be. Glad you are getting some time away.
Namaste.