Waking from a Midsummer’s Dream

The Writer Elkhound’s next selection. We’ve left the Shire and The Lonely Mountain. Onward!
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The light of August seeps into paper, weaves into the forest as vibrant as ignited confetti.

Sun confetti.
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A crow perches on a high cedar and calls into the air, half- song, half-scathing commentary.

Crow in a Birch Tree – working detail from Nutshell Regatta, Jonna Laster

In the still heat of summer, memory simmers and shines: an oasis created out of worn books, crumpled letters, and tree forts swaying under the blue canopy of sky.

A small door into summer.
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A new story emerges, takes shape, stirs me from a long slumber.

The Writer Elkhound takes a break from the sun and waits to hear a new chapter.
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