March was an unpredictable month when it was never clear what might happen. Warm days raised hopes until ice and grey skies shut over the town again. ―Tracy Chevalier

I am impatient to get outside again. I miss my daily. In recent months, rain, snow, and freezing temperatures canceled my best intentions. Walks, to my mind, should be pleasant experiences, not an assessment of your fortitude or an evaluation of your unwavering commitment to maintaining a relationship with nature. Sure, there are days when confronting breath-stealing wind, battling pelting rain, or reveling in the silence of falling snow can invigorate the soul, but just as often, those conditions sap your strength. Dealing with cold feet encased in soggy shoes and wet socks is not high on my list of priorities.

Thank goodness for the weather app and the 10-day forecast that helps me take advantage of the week’s best days and the most auspicious hours to schedule my excursions. So far, I have slated Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday for a long walk. When I return, the blank page is always much easier to fill.

Did you write yesterday? Are you writing today?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer