Sometimes one line is all you need

Yesterday my husband and I loaded bikes into the truck and drove to the Ashuwillticook Rail Trail. One of the great things about this western Mass. path is it goes by several lakes and a brook. We saw yellow water lilies in one and swamp marigold in another. As we pedaled, my husband, who has been scanning old photos from our pre-digital age and has been nostalgic, talked about the ways I wrote when we first met almost thirty years ago – mostly stories on an electric typewriter -- and the w...