"Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot." --Bill Bryson, A Walk In the Woods
We meandered and spied some of spring's first splashes of color: pasque flowers.
Though the blackened landscape still smelled of smoldering, we marveled at the green healing before our eyes.
That nod to nature reminds me that it is not in my nature to write every day. However, for the last two Marches, I've given it a go, one metaphorical step at a time.
Thanks, Two Writing Teachers, for hosting this annual party; and thanks to the participants in the Slice of Life Story Challenge, first-timers and long-timers alike, for your contributions to a supportive, welcoming community.