Fighting on the street below interrupted my sleep but quickly dispersed when the angry innkeeper stepped outside.
Drifting off to another childhood memory...Grandfather's cabin beside a tiny lake up north. Swinging together on the porch swing each evening, he sang, “You are my sunshine, My only sunshine...”, until my head began to nod.
In case you're wondering what this is all about, you can read the continuing story @ The Wall page.
Pondering My Meanderings,
Wanderer
12 thoughts about my meanderings:
This is such a brilliant creation of yours & well done for keeping up with it no matter what the prompt!
The porch swing sounds nice:@)
This is beautiful, despite the noise in the street! The image of you and your grandfather is vivid and very touching.
Namaste.........cj
that is so sweet. and so true. I love to hold my grandkids and caress their heads while they fall asleep.
You continue the story so seamlessly! Brava!!!!
It's such a hard task to keep a story going like this. You are doing great with it!
=)
what a vivid imagery... I can imagine them sitting on that porch... :)
I am amazed at how long you have kept this going ... kudos!
Excellent and HOORAY for continuing your story...I am enjoying each installment very much !
The memory of a backyard swing reminds me of swinging with my Nana after dinner on lovely California nights long ago.
Well done! I like the part about the swing.
Best wishes,
Anna
Sanna's Sunshine SC Wk 66
This is my cat Sara's blog post about the letter "P":
P is for Presents - Sara Cat AT-rd-3-P
Bravo. Love this. One of these days I'm going to attempt a continuing story...but it would be hard to be in the same arena as this and not pale in comparison.
Really well done.
Thanks, Jenny. And I don't believe that for one minute! I love your writing style :)
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