Fiction Writer




They say Barra provides all four seasons in one day. They weren't wrong. I walked up the hill in the cloud and rain. When I was at the top, I faced hail and an intense wind. I wedged myself by a huge rock for shelter and enjoyed the view with the invigoration of the weather. I felt alive. More alive than I'd ever felt. And free. And vulnerable. Just...embracing the day and the power that surrounded me. When I walked down towards the deserted beach, the sun came out and the temperatures soared. I spend the next hour in my bikini top and shorts. You can't help but fall in love with the place. 

Upon my return to my room, I immediately got writing and reflected on my life - my dreams, my resentments, my rage. The process of recuperation was beginning. 

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