Oh to be here.
Maine. Summer inching its way in past the mounds of old seaweed on the beach. The man from the kayak rental place three coves down making his way past the seals, waving his leather hat with its fading brown feather. Even the clouds in the sky looking like they are about to dance.
my new short fiction piece at the link in case you’d like to read the rest. The image is from a January 1971 McCalls pattern book which I found on Ravelry (also on etsy)
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-2017-and-dawn-at-the
