Jolted

Change of pace for this week. The beach is getting hard to traverse with the snow and the cold. Snowballs build up quickly in Atticus’ feet, and we seem to stop every two minutes to melt them out with my bare hand.

Walking downtown is a foreign country compared to the beach. Lights, cars, noise, and other dogs. We see none of these on our beach walks, at least not this time of year. But downtown has the snowmelt sidewalks, which are better for all of our feet.

Walking downtown is like a jolt of electricity. A spark reminder of what my world use to be like. Inspiration in every shop window.

While I don’t want to do this all the time; the solitude of the beach is better for my writing. This jolt of electricity will have its place in the process as well.