365, Day 182: Prompts


It is late in November in St. Louis. I woke to the sound of the wind howling outside and a cold rain pattering against the windows. There is a chance of snow as the day progresses. Nothing terrible, but it is one of those mornings where I am terribly aware that we are closer to winter than spring and that the only way out is through.

This morning I woke up with the word “peony” in my head.

If only…

(© Karen Opp. All rights reserved.)

About Karen

I am a fifty-something anthropology student, an artist, dancer, photographer, healer, mother, grandmother and perennial seeker. I am distracted by shiny things and infused with a sense of wonder at the world around me and people in general. I am a “journey” person who often wishes that I could have a “destination” day at least every now and then…
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