Postcard from the Bay

Retreat Day 1

We arrived last night, our feathers ruffled, our minds travel creased. I’m with two friends from my writing group. They’ve flown south to come to the quiet to work. We unpacked our books and our notepads, lit fires, filled the fridge and pantry, made beds and stacked firewood. After dinner (leftovers), over a camomile tea, we talked about …