Afternoon Gratitude
A 50-word creative nonfiction
The black crows are perched measured spaces apart on the line, appear stark against the afternoon clouds, threatening to rupture any moment. It’s a cold day in our beach town, and I’m feeling grateful to be home, in my little cabin, with a warm fire in the pot bellied stove.
Definitely something to be grateful for, the simple comfort of home. I love the mood you built here.
Lovely as always my sweet baby sister xx