

Telling stories. Day 11: Ghost of the Shore


It's morning, and it's time for my walk. It's a routine I have enjoyed for years. We moved to the lake house so I could have peace as I worked on my projects. Being in the city was distracting and was causing me great stress. When we found the lake house, it was an easy decision. I had never seen anything so beautiful and so Zen. And boy, did I need a little Zen in my life. At first, it was difficult. All