by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
The day is just beginning. I push the screen door open and step out onto my back porch to empty the trash. But instead I set the paper trash bag down and pause to take in the moment. The air is chilly and damp and full of the smell of mossy woods, and I breathe it in...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL25-1028 Siblings and cousins are playing in our connected backyards. The cousins from Ecuador are here on their extended spring visit. Being the good grandma that I am, I call them for a snack. I stand on our back porch, and as they run up, hand each one a cheese...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL25-1007 Photo: On the tarmac at ELP airport. Franklin Mountains rim the horizon. Bumping, we lumber along. Taking a broad right turn, we stop,motionless with our nose pointed north. With a sudden escalating roar, we launch forward like a rock from a boy’s...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL25-0930 If today gets difficult, I will remember—Slower mornings—The aroma of coffee brewing—Sweet sounds of songbirds—Sunlight flooding my east windows If today gets difficult, I will remember—The voices of those I love—Music...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal |
SOL25-0923 I step out onto my back porch. In the darkness that precedes this mid-August dawn, I sip my coffee and savor the damp coolness that has drifted in from the sea and lifted the fragrance of fading lavender and blooming peppermint. I listen for chirping sounds...
by Alice Nine | A9 Journal, In My Classroom |
SOL25-0916 The marine layer rolls in like a whispered secret, softening the edges of the Oregon Coast and turning the familiar into something dreamlike. Foggy mornings here aren’t gloomy, they’re pure magic. The Oregon Coast I.Supper was take-out—clam chowder...
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