I’ve been offline, taking my annual writing retreat in a southern city where the trees are flowering. After a winter of wearing heavy socks and multiple layers of clothing, it’s felt wonderful to strip down to just a t-shirt and jeans. I’ve spend my mornings writing in the quiet, and my afternoons hiking along the river. Yesterday in the afternoon sun, I lay down on the sun-heated flagstones in the courtyard of the retreat place, close enough to listen to the water falling from the fountain, and took a nap.
Naked Writers Week will resume as soon as I return home and sleep off the dramamine that’s currently coursing through my veins. I have one more naked photo to post, this one with a surprise twist.
3 comments:
That looks so peaceful!!! Glad you were able to get away.
Beautiful picture! It's a vacation just to see it.
I love your Naked Writers Week. And, the sunshine sounds perfect, too.
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