I didn't know I needed this

On Living: A journey into the Self through writing + community at the Lume Retreat

It is one of those days when the sky is gray, and the fog sits low in the mountains. I have no idea what time it is because the landscape looks like a perpetual morning. I am at my desk looking out at the black walnut tree like I always do when I am meant to be writing. The branches are dripping with rain, and I know if I just look long enough, I’ll see…