Today I got to the library just as it was closing, completely forgetting it was Friday. I considered the coffee shop downtown, but the energy was already hectic. The sun had made a late appearance and the air was still, so I headed to the nearest beach with picnic tables. I am getting better at workarounds. I broke through the block I’d been having and got a whole scene written. Ah, there’s the bit of narrative I’ve been searching for.
It’s the first time this Spring I’ve written outdoors, so I thought to snap a photo. Then it occurred to me to take a picture of myself. I’m now 73 posts into this project about truth and haven’t included a recent photo of myself. So here’s the picnic bench where I worked until the air turned cold and windy. And here’s me.