So I've got this friend. And she wrote a book. I'm only half-way through it, but it's amazing. I'm super jealous and all, because she actually did what she said she would do, while I just sit here and say, "I should write more."
So I'd like to say to her, "Thank you for the inspiration!"
The early morning sun was cresting above the ocean, setting
off a wave of pale colors throughout the sky to the east. Kate stood on her
porch, the steam from her coffee mug wafting gently through the air as she
breathed in the strong aroma. It was like being in one of those coffee
commercials, she laughed quietly to herself. This was her favorite part of
living right on the water – the silence and solitude that came every morning.
It wouldn’t last long. Despite the coolness of October, the beach was close
enough to town that a steady stream of people would visit during the day –
joggers choosing to run along the water instead of a sidewalk, stay-at-home
moms breaking from park routines to watch their children play in the sand, and
those careless souls who loved to walk along and watch the fishing boats in the
distance.
The last throngs of tourists had finished their vacations
and headed back home after Labor Day weekend, leaving her sleepy little lake
town quiet again. It wouldn’t pick up again until the Harvest Festival in two
weeks. She wouldn’t need to hurry to her
shop by 6 a.m. every day for the morning rush. She was
thankful when Christine had offered to take the early shift for the month. Kate
was in need of a break as she prepared for the upcoming busy season – the Harvest
Festival was a big draw and had grown larger and larger with each passing year.
What was once a simple town parade and sidewalk fair had turned into a celebration
of grand proportions. The beach was just
one of the draws to the town – nearby farms blossomed with pumpkins and hay
bales that would soon line Main Street in anticipation of the festival. The leaves
on the trees would shine with their bright colors of gold, orange and crimson. The
crispness of fall perfumes the air and the blustery wind sweeps through,
rustling the soon-to-be barren branches. The storefronts would be ablaze of
autumn décor – colorful lights, spooky skulls and bright orange jack-o-lanterns
would fill the windows, each one carefully set up to entice those passing by to
come in for a spell.
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