In my notifications, I get “look back” compilations from Amazon photos. They’ll show me, for instance, 20 pictures from the same day from the last five years. These from Hawley, Mass. caught my eye.
For several years in August, I joined others for a writing retreat in this small hill town north of Amherst. I forget the beauty of the place and how much, as a Berkshires kid, I really miss landscapes like these.
Where feels most like home to you?
One more thing. While rooting around old files, I found this posted poem. I wrote it in June of 2017 — early in Mango Mussolini’s first reign, in other words. Parts hit hard because of that. I think it’s a good poem.
Have a great start to your week!