We have a room on the south side of the house we call, “The Sun Room”.
During the day, there is plenty of sunlight filtering through the four picture windows, I do most of my writing in this place.
The thing I most like about writing here is that during those short periods that I go blank, there is a creek that runs the length of my property.
In the morning the sun lends her light, ever so softly at first, waking the birds.
I watch the red flashes of cardinals flying from their nests looking to feed. The bluejays are not far behind.
The warming rays motivate the squirrels from high in the trees to the ground searching for food.
Soon woodland creatures are all moving looking for that tasty morsel.
One day as I sat at the keyboard working on a short story (which is taking on the…
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