One Writer’s Retreat
Every writer needs a retreat. That place with no distractions but the beauty around them. No phones, no televisions, just scenery and no responsibility except writing. My writer’s retreat has a gorgeous view of the city of Seattle. Stellar Jay’s, humming birds and many others fly about the back yards going from bird feeder to bird feeder. The crows ceremoniously make their appearance in a small flock and take in the view on top of a Madrona tree that looks as if it belongs in Africa. The ferry goes by regularly full of passengers with cameras and coffee. Civilization is a glance away but surrounding me is only my thoughts and my net book. Oh, and also the spiders that think they will become house pets.
This morning I woke up at 4:30. I came upstairs made some Rooibos tea and watched the city come to life as the sun slowly rose behind the dark purple Cascade Mountains. The Sound was silent, no boats traveling on its dark blue waters except the ferry shuttling bleary-eyed passengers back and forth. At first the colors were dim with only a hint of golden-yellow. Then as the sun crept higher and higher the colors sprang to life with shades of oranges, yellows and pinks. The clouds made large lavender patterns tracing across the sky alerting everyone that it was going to a beautiful day in the Pacific Northwest.
Later in the afternoon I took a break from writing to check out a few of the shoreline parks nearby. As I walked down the trail the air was warm. It was in the high 60’s but it felt more like the high 70’s. Taking the trail down to the beach I relished in the cool breeze floating over my skin. Sitting on a large sun bleached log I listened to the sound of the waves on the shore, the birds flying and the clink of boats anchored in the bay. One particular beach had an old building that had been colorfully spray painted. Trees were growing in and around it. As I took pictures at all different angles an idea came to me for Lost Skin. It’s just one of those things you never know when inspiration will hit.