Summer scene - July 21

The scene on Saturday evening as Bismarck people meandered north and south on 3rd street, just up the hill from the town center. The sun was low in the sky, streaking it pink and yellow. Humidity floated in windows and clung to t-shirts, hair, skin. The elm trees cast long shadows across the high school's soccer field, where, in the shaggy summer grass, a group of teenagers were playing soccer. Flashing in and out between them were two white figures: nuns, their ankle-length habits billowing behind. Rope belts swinging with every jogging step, veils streaking out, smiles wide on their faces. Nuns sprinting after a soccer ball, tackling gangly kids and causing sudden joy to stir in every person who had the fortune to look their way.

A first blog post.

A first blog post. I have always thought of bloggers as people who are nothing like me, maybe stay-at-home mothers writing about their child's escapades, or a Peace Corps member keeping in touch with everyone at home... but here we go. I am going to start a blog.

About what? Well, about things I like, or rather things that strike me as being utterly fantastic. As far as specific subjects go, that remains to be seen - I think a lot of things are utterly fantastic. Let's see where we end up.

I intend to mention myself as little as possible, taking seriously Martha Gelhorn's opinion  that the better a story is, the less the reader is aware of the writer. Is that true these days, with social media constantly turning the lens on the self? We'll see how good I am at that.

Well, here goes...