river walk

today's walk is brought to you by a wonky foot. but i am too restless to stay in on a friday afternoon that i have to myself.

while i am walking, i.am recording the letters from Melanie and Iris, the two protagonists in my novel not in progress, Mel & Ire. i made a decision not to name the places where they live. Because i feel i can write descriptively about place without naming it. because i can't afford to travel elsewhere to describe places not here.

I have been listening to the music of Swallows and Crows for mood for Iris, who loves extremes: blustery walks by the water, watching the birds of prey slowly glide through the sky as they search for small creatures to devour.

Melanie is more of a classical music fan for the equinox seasons. She likes her drink however.

By the river, Mel wrote to Ire of her grief. I felt it as I watched the white gulls spread their wings wide in the deep blue sky.

I felt it in the knots of trees still bare from winter's bite.

I recorded as voice notes and a terrible speech to text translation that will need serious edits. But maybe I've found a way to write this novel: walking and seeking comfort from nature.