There's something special about a forest after the rain. The clouds even sense it and dip into the tree tops, trailing gentle white fingers through the needles.
I couldn't resist going outside when I saw this through my window. I pulled myself away from my computer and a story that keeps wanting to be written and walked a bit. It's always a wonderful surprise to find that I when I step out my door I'm immediately in a place that offers so much: chilled air to freshen my face, a canyon filled with redwoods to make my writer-eyes relax, a creek that plays like lovely music along my path.
I returned to my computer and a new chapter came as if I'd already written it. The truth is that the fresh air and the forest and the creek next to the path wrote that chapter. I was only the secretary.
This is my first grateful post of the year. There will be more because I have so much to be grateful for.
And you? What are you grateful for, readers? We're a diverse lot, so it would be wonderful to know what gives you joy and what you appreciate most. If you write, where do you gather your inspiration?