For a year of gazing out my office window I dreamed of a sunny seashore, steel drums of a poolside band, hitting all the theme parks in a blur of escapism.
But reality is a misty rain that soaks through my cotton shirt and floats uninvited under my umbrella.
I give up. I’m resigned to the lobby of my hotel with a warm pastry, steaming espresso and a panoramic window.
I watch water trailing down the glass in a mosaic of cross-cross lines that make me think of a great idea for that novel I’ve been meaning to write.
Today’s post brought to you by the Friday Fictioneer’s photo prompt found at Rochelle Wisoff’s amazing blog. Follow the link and check it out. Here’s hoping all your vacation plans change for the better! Best, Clare
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