Day Four at Cannon Beach: it is wet, the wind blows, the waves protest and lash the shore, the mist hovers low. We've had bright clear days to walk the beach and watch kites a plenty whipping in the wind. Today will not be one of those days, yet I am not irritable.Writing has added a new dimension to my life. Wet weather is no longer discouraging; it provides opportunities. Today is a welcome opportunity to write.
After an inspiring morning excursion (see French Bric-a-Brac August 2010), M and I return to our room at the conference centre. The wind has picked up and the rain lashes horizontally across the courtyard. Perfect. We sip our chai lattés, M reads and I write. The tick tick of the keyboard harmonizes with the wind and rain. I am grateful for writing weather.
A blue sky would call us to a walk on the beach or the boulevard at Seaside. It would encourage us to explore the nature park and seek out stunning views of the Oregon coastline. Grey skies and lashing rain are the ideal creative combination and so I write.
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