This will be a good day. I know what I’ll work on and expect to make progress. Some of my energy comes from the walk we took in the Sea Pines Forest Preserve at Hilton Head before leaving. The woods and walkways there would inspire anyone’s muse. According to the literature, it’s 605 acres of forest, marshes, lakes, and meadows. Along this boardwalk we heard but couldn’t spot a red shouldered hawk singing from a tree out in the marsh. Saw no alligators but could feel their presence. An ancient cousin sprawled on a log like an off duty lifeguard. Saw but didn’t hear a red winged blackbird darting from perch to perch in this thick stand of saw grass. Above us the trees wore Spanish moss like gray chin whiskers. The water below us hid its mysteries beneath a green blanket of algae. Felt a profound sense of peace among those gigantic oaks. Heard but didn’t see a pileated woodpecker crying out like a ghost among those vaulted ceilings. Who wouldn’t be moved to write after strolling in such a place!