I returned from a writer's retreat at the beach. One of my writer friends has a house and she and another writer friend and I hunkered in while it rained and the wind wailed and wrote like fiends. I finished a short story and they both made considerable progress on the projects they were working on.
There was one small patch of time when the rain stopped. One friend and I took that moment to walk to the beach. We were told it was an 8 minute walk and we'd find a flight of stairs to carry us down to the beach. We walked for 45 minutes seeing some wonderful old and new houses before we stumbled upon the stairway to the beach.
At the top of the stairway I looked down and discovered a dead giant on the beach.
We walked to a small bit of tide pools and scavenged the rocks for tiny shells and interesting ocean life. When the drizzle became more pronounced we headed back to our warm dry sanctuary to write once more.
Have you ever witnessed something in nature that released your imagination?