Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
Our biggest task was finding the perfect shell. We found one. A knobbed whelk shell that found its way to the shore. It was broken in the middle... pounded again and again by the sand and sea. The broken place was like a window... A window to the world for everyone to see. It is
The pink glow above the sea becomes a tangerine sky. The clouds have gathered to see the show, soft billowing puffs of light. A new day. A new hour. A new place to begin again. Time to Begin Again My husband and I were so very blessed to spend a week recently in Hatteras, North