I have hidden myself away in a coffee shop in Sun Valley, Idaho. Alternative folk/rock pumping through the speakers, the whirl of milk being steamed and shots being pulled for lattes and morning Sunday chat are the soundtrack for my day. My husband drove me into town to have some "writing time" and I'm giddy with the freedom.
An old wire fan blows on my back as sunshine spills through the old, red clay windows and I type away taking breaks to gulp hot coffee. It's a nice break from the forest where we've been staying.
We made camp in an RV for the last couple of nights in front of my in-laws rental home. At night we open the windows to let in the cool desert air and starlight. The moths (is there such a thing as moth season?) are everywhere, circling the porch light and the screens, wings clipping and snapping keeping time with the river behind us.
I like the forest, but I think I'm more of a townie/city girl at heart. I could do without the dust and biting flies. But I do enjoy the openness, the music of river and birdsong and loose gravel. Sean and I took a long walk this morning while the others slept in. We walked to a lake where anglers sat on a bridge with their poles, the smell of fish and hay lifting from the fields. We walked over flattened squirrels and snake skins and even avoided what looked like moose poop. Sean skipped and hopped asking me to spell the words, "parade", "November" and "Joaquin". Occasionally a car would ramble past us but mostly it was just us and the dog taking advantage of the cool, morning air.
This afternoon, though, I have made it into town. Back to writing in coffee shops, without much interruption and plenty of inspiration.
I am posting a link to an article I wrote this morning for Lifeclectic. Feel free to check it out. It's called Soul Surfing. http://www.lifeclectic.com/2011/08/28/soul-surfing/
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