Windmill in Breeze

Quite the weekend. A writing retreat at the home of my good friend and fellow writer (and poet) Ruby Wilson. Her husband Jim being away, her home out in the country, maybe 20 minutes from my own, become our little retreat, complete with a big pot of stew, lovely views of the prairie, a four-mile walk around a country block, late nights and long hours of quiet work and sharing.

Sunday morning I got up to a fresh dusting of snow. I stepped out the back door to the gentle creaking of a little windmill, the dripping of melting snow from the trees, the distant squawking of birds, the huffing of the dog in the yard….

Somehow the stillness of the scene, with the ceaseless motion of the windmill inspired by breeze, felt like a metaphor for the creative work we were doing in the warmth of the house.

Thanks, Ruby.

2 thoughts on “Windmill in Breeze

  1. You're so welcome. Thank you for keeping me company during what otherwise would have been a long, lonely weekend — and enabling me to set aside a big chunk of time for writing. What a treat!

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