The sun is setting, perhaps the most beautiful time of day. It seems especially stunning, like drinking the first or last sip of wine, if you are a swimmer. I love to swim. The waves are rhythmic and my chin is at surface level where I can breaststroke just long enough to drink in the last pink glow before day’s end. Perhaps that is why at seventy years old, I am writing. I am loving these last years of light. As a reader, as my friend, you may enjoy my view, may care to spend time with my thoughts after seventy. Following are little essays I have published in various places. I hope to add more of them, perhaps even a few poems. I appreciate the honor of your audience. In advance, I thank you for any comments.
Mary's Room With a View 