I was on a long-weekend trip with my husband to Idyllwild, California. The mountain air was brisk; there was the promise of snow in the air.
We wore coats because it was cold and we needed them. Those coats were so thrilled to be let out into daylight; lingering in a closet must be depressing to a coat meant to shield one from rain, or buffer away the cold wind.
We wore coats because it was cold and we needed them. Those coats were so thrilled to be let out into daylight; lingering in a closet must be depressing to a coat meant to shield one from rain, or buffer away the cold wind.
We did our best to support the mountain economy, buying mugs and gifts for our granddaughters. Anything with a red cardinal on it was in my hands and at the cash register in lightning speed.
Recently, one of my posts dealt with the issue of being invisible. The M/C narrator (never ever given a name) in this book survives by her ‘invisibility’. Then she is struck by lightning. Instead of killing her, this electric life-changing event sends her in a different life direction.
The “Tuesday Teaser” is this:
Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside? At the library I couldn’t help but notice which patrons checked out the same books. They appeared to have nothing in common, but who could tell what a person was truly made of? The unknown, the riddle, the deepest truth.
Reading the narrator’s journey left me wondering about this being-invisible status so many of us share. It made me resolve to break through the shields of the invisible.
