Mountains and Mist

Just found the remedy for feeling a bit tired and jaded with my writing. We took a trip down the coast - Lorne in Victoria, to be precise. Looked at fume being whipped off waves by a stiff wind, then turned inland as the rain closed in. Water gloved trees; mist plumes in valleys; dark, gleaming trunks. Could feel myself come alive again; hear dialogue; feel the joy of characters' loves and lives.