Oh to be here.
Morning reaching toward eleven o’clock. A fresh pitcher of lime squashes with two tall glasses set out filled with ice to make it all crackle with a final squeak or two from the lime wheels getting rubbed around the top edge and left to sink.
my new envisioning/short piece of fiction posted to my Substack. Please click through the link to see the rest. Loving the 1970s flower power gift wrap-
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-2002-july-and-the
