Tuesday was my final Plein Air Writing class for this term. Rushing to get there on time, the morning’s frustrations fell away when I found my fellow writers nestled in among the cypress trees, heads bowed, pens skimming across the page leaving inspired prose in their wake. Watching the waves crashing over the rocks any residual tenseness I may have been feeling was washed away. I mellowed in the warmth of the sun and listened to the others read.
December’s classroom was the picnic area at the Hopkins Marine Station. For a birds-eye view of our location click on the link. It’s breathtaking. We were sitting under the Monterey Cypress trees nearest to the tall white building.
Our time together flew by. I needed to leave a few minutes early but found it difficult to tear myself away. Saying my good-byes and promising to see them all next semester, I felt my face get hot, and tears welling up as I turned to go. Four months ago I didn’t know anyone. Truth be told I still don’t know any of their names, but I’ve come to know each one of them in a very intimate way. Their styles of writing fit their personalities: the environmentalist, the curmudgeon, the F-bomb dropper, all inspired writers. Their politics, senses of humor, fears, disappointments, dreams, tender moments, all shared on the page; all shared with the group. I was blessed to be a part of this group. I felt a bit of loss, and emptiness as I walked away. I look forward to the spring when we shall all meet once again.
Smiles are contagious; let’s start an epidemic -Laura Smith-
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