#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
This selfie makes me smile. Rarely do I take one. But I was bundled up skiing this first morning of the new year 2018 on the frozen Charles in the sunshine and I turned and saw myself: girl skiier of the frozen river, what long legs you have! Click. It was the first day the dogs and I dared to venture onto the ice; it was solid, without a doubt. An inch or less of snow on the surface provided the necessary traction for glide. I was so joyful to be on the river, viewing the edges of all my favorite places from the other side. The dogs gleefully loped from edge to edge once they realized they had my permission. Snow blind, I called to them often – of course, they were always right nearby. And I had a soundtrack: It's about a year since Leonard Cohen died and just before he did I bought his last album: You Want it Darker cd. and, inspired by a replay of David Remnick's New Yorker podcast of his interview with Cohen, I listened to the darker songs, because I was so happy to be alive and on the icy river in the fresh air, I kept listening, over and over, throughout my ski.
I visited nest after frozen nest; my favorite, one filled with what appears to be snow eggs. I skied to where the ice stopped suddenly and the water streamed out from the under the ice. Then we skied home and I went on a submission binge, sending out poems I wrote in 2017 that, I hope, are finally ready for publication, perhaps, in the time of thaw in this new year that has just begun.
All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2018, unless otherwise attributed