Share an excerpt from your NANO project here in this thread..
Here is mine:
June 4, 1993
Well, dear journal, sixty five years are showing in every crevice of my face. My step is slower, my mind less sharp, and my eyes fail. I’m an old woman. Seems like a lifetime ago that I began this simple account of my life. I’ve married a truly wonderful man and been blessed with 45 years with him. I’ve birthed twins and seen them through every tooth, scraped knee, and bruised ego. I’ve played with my children’s children, advising them to take pity on their parents as their parents took pity on me. I’ve seen wonderful sights, read classic literature, and traveled well. I’ve lived a full life in these pages, and I embrace the end of it like a warm blanket surrounding me on a chilly eve. Death is not my enemy, but my final salvation.
Will I miss this rich land? Savannah has indeed been my home, warm and inviting she takes in every wanderer and rewards her brethren. I find solace in its moss draped trees and the fragrant foliage. The air stays thick with humidity, making my skin seem dewier than it truly is. Southern air, I believe, is the secret that women down here have such great looks. I’ll even miss the sand gnats when I’m gone. Their bites are like being pinched to see if your life has been a dream. It’s been a fine life and I’ve made peace at leaving it behind.
Regrets? Of course. What life doesn’t? I stayed in Savannah instead of moving to my beloved beach. Marriage and family came and plans changed. So much has happened here and I did get to visit the beach from time to time on vacations. That was the reality of my life. Perhaps I may make it back to that shore before death finally takes me.
I bet the emerald tides are beautiful now, hitting the dune with the seagulls scurrying.
Here is mine:
June 4, 1993
Well, dear journal, sixty five years are showing in every crevice of my face. My step is slower, my mind less sharp, and my eyes fail. I’m an old woman. Seems like a lifetime ago that I began this simple account of my life. I’ve married a truly wonderful man and been blessed with 45 years with him. I’ve birthed twins and seen them through every tooth, scraped knee, and bruised ego. I’ve played with my children’s children, advising them to take pity on their parents as their parents took pity on me. I’ve seen wonderful sights, read classic literature, and traveled well. I’ve lived a full life in these pages, and I embrace the end of it like a warm blanket surrounding me on a chilly eve. Death is not my enemy, but my final salvation.
Will I miss this rich land? Savannah has indeed been my home, warm and inviting she takes in every wanderer and rewards her brethren. I find solace in its moss draped trees and the fragrant foliage. The air stays thick with humidity, making my skin seem dewier than it truly is. Southern air, I believe, is the secret that women down here have such great looks. I’ll even miss the sand gnats when I’m gone. Their bites are like being pinched to see if your life has been a dream. It’s been a fine life and I’ve made peace at leaving it behind.
Regrets? Of course. What life doesn’t? I stayed in Savannah instead of moving to my beloved beach. Marriage and family came and plans changed. So much has happened here and I did get to visit the beach from time to time on vacations. That was the reality of my life. Perhaps I may make it back to that shore before death finally takes me.
I bet the emerald tides are beautiful now, hitting the dune with the seagulls scurrying.