Oh, to drift upon tranquil water and watch the gulls dive and porpoise play! She and others were far from home, looking through the window of the rented cabin. She spied a doe and her fawn, swaddled by a canopy of trees, nestling, safe. “How content they look”, she thought. But this was no more than a brief candid pose. A snapshot in her eye.
The kettle whistled. She poured the boiling water over the tea ball, and leaned into the hot scent and took a sip. She thought about her reason to retreat to such a place. Her escape from the rush and ritual. “And bring no book, for this one day we’ll give to idleness.” They said.
She laughed. Who needs a book when everything around you is a story? She felt a chill and caught the tail of a humpback whale.
Dversepoets.com Prosery.
“…Wordsworth’s ‘Lines Written at a small distance from my House…‘ which is included in the collection Lyrical Ballads, a groundbreaking poetic collaboration between Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, published in several editions between 1798 and 1802. The ‘Lines’ of this poem are addressed to his sister, Dorothy, and the particular lines I have picked out for you are these:
And bring no book, for this one day
We’ll give to iidleness.
Ah, Happy to find a space of idle/not so idle time to write this today. Exactly 144 words.
mehflowers 
‘Who needs a book when everything around you is a story?’ – so true! A beautiful tale, Mary.
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Beautifully done, Mary! Love your ending!
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Mary ~ this is exactly the point, I think – you wrote such a lovely piece.
❤
David
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A lovely write!
‘She laughed. Who needs a book when everything around you is a story? She felt a chill and caught the tail of a humpback whale.’ ~ what a perfect ending!
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Indeed… when you are in a story no book is needed.
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