2018-11-03 00:00:00
Writing Outside in the Morning
From: BREVITY's Nonfiction Blog
By Heather O'Shea
The other morning while I was eating peanut butter toast and drinking coffee on the porch, a woman with a beagle trotted down the driveway. âDid you lose a turtle?â she asked. The leaves were breaking the sun into confetti spots of light, dappling the garden.
It was cool enough in Albuquerque to be wearing yoga pants and a light jacket. Rusty, my faithful golden retriever, was asleep, three-quarters of his body buried in a thick patch of lambâs ear. I told the woman that I hadn't lost a turtle, and we chatted for a minute while Rusty woke up and the dogs sniffed each other.
Then the beagle snapped at Rusty, and the woman tugged her dog back down the driveway. I took another bite of toast and went back to the lines I had been jotting down before she appeared. The sun moved a tiny bit across the sky.
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