Oh to be here. Starting out renting a cottage for a while with a husband recruited to run the Lifesaving Station en route to running bigger and better somethings closer to the North Pole up where everyone wears moon boots and dresses in white looking like the Michelin man but with seals and polar bear cubs dancing at your feet instead of little tires spinning like a merry go round of rubber ascending into the sky and coming back down like Old Faithful on a bad day when there are too many tourists and the geyser god gets bored and decides to liven things up with the occasional backpack ensnared.
my new envisioning/short piece of fiction, around 390 words. This is the first paragraph the rest is at this link
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-spring-1993-930-am
