#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Winter, weary, overslept. Acute grogginess, even after coffee. Out late at my writing critique group, nearly too sleepy to drive home. Body tired, sore from two days of cross country skiing on new snow. Charlie and Suzi hover where I sit, answering e-mails, reading news, I think I will relax and relax and walk late if I get my energy. It's not like me to drag like this! Then, scrolling old email, I realize I have forgotten - completely forgotten – I have agreed to have coffee with someone who asked for my help promoting a play project - ooops! The dogs watch me jump in and out of the shower, dress professionally, go out the door by myself into the rain.
Hours later, after meeting and holiday errands, I return home, even more tired. It's foggy and rainy; I decide not to go out. Since I walk 365 days a year, this choice is unprecedented. The dogs are less restless, my daughter took them out. So, I work more, work myself up to a nap, which I'm just about to indulge in, when I wonder, but what picture will inspire my writing for my daily blog if I don't walk? Now, it's gloaming, it's December, evening approaching, in fog and rain. But, I can't help myself. Boots are on my feet, and I'm heading across the field toward the river, a deep purplish blue. Car tires are sloshing over Death Bridge, their lights, quick flashes in the blue fog. Otherwise, it's quiet and cold and very, very peaceful. The day has stopped, stood still. I have stayed on my path; I have savored a moment of spirituality. My boots slosh home through wet mush to the fire I left burning in the hearth.
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017