Cumberland: thoughts from day one
A poison ivey'd arrival on Cumberland and at the first scratch of a pen in nearly a month, my whole world of tenuous thoughts comes crashing down around me. I write and I live, and I rejoice in those two facts.
Today we glimpsed five roseate spoonbills feeding in the little pond amongst the woodstorks. On the beach, a loggerhead laying, missing a back flipper. At willow dock, an alligator and two raccoons. The world is alive. Here we are, too.