Jul 6, 2021
4 min read
When My Empty Nest Has Visitors
Midlife is full of self-reflection
Morning has just broken. The chill and stillness hold the air as if cupping spring water from a glacier-fed stream. I’m suspended in a loop of a writer’s daydream. The cursor blinks steadily, waiting for me to splash words on her canvas.
What surprises are hidden in the sequence of my thought bubbles? What imagery is waiting…
