Yesterday morning, outside the lounge window, here in the Catskills:
You probably think homes in the Catskills 3 hours north of New York City are isolated? That no one knocks on your door unexpectedly? And that reality must make writing easier?
Uh, that’s not entirely so:
There are times some of the locals distract you, wandering around uninvited outside your house like they flippin’ own the place. :-)
Saw a couple of them earlier this morning, but was unable to get a photo like that one from last winter. I do find what I call our “time wasters” to be therapeutic in a way. When you’re feeling down, seeing them meandering around can help lift your spirits a bit – and we certainly need it, with a close friend’s funeral tomorrow in London, and us unable to be there.
Hope you’re having a good weekend.