Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
I have a file on my computer with photos from my first trip to Europe, and I have a lot of fuzzy pictures from bus rides. My first city was Budapest, Hungary. I was in awe of the Parliament building and by one of my usual happy camera accidents, I managed this shot.
I’ve been back to Budapest many times since my first trip. I’m hoping to set a scene in a novel in that lovely city. The scene is coming slowly. Very slowly.
One night recently, I went walking in the rain, and I reminded myself not to take this opportunity for granted. I feel so grateful to be able to roam, to come to a city and write, to walk around smiling while I’m far away from home. So several times a day, I’ve taken up a new practice. I am reminding myself to delight in the nice things. And to be grateful that I find them so often.