#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Day begins with a walk in the woods, ends with a walk in the city. A five-hour long ride in between, so I am happy to be outdoors, moving on my feet across the city. I walk blocks and blocks and blocks from 53rd Street and 6th Avenue to the World Trade Center where I find my hotel nearby. The city is happy - the weather has been warm here today, although now it's growing chilly and lots of walkers are caught in their summer sleeves and shorts without jackets. I pass more human beings in one minute than I pass in a day at home. There are so many smiling, cheerful people to pass!
Before I left, Charleston and Suzi Q sulked by the door, despite the good walk I took them on before leaving. I reassure them: it's only one day that I'll be gone.
Riding to NYC I work on my essay, trimming, crafting, wondering, suffering - well, that's an exaggeration, of course. What I mean is, I'm trying not to give up on it, because I don't exactly see how it will be a success. Yet. And then I close the document and read an essay that sparks a bunch of fresh ideas, and I write them quickly down. We're in the city now, and I've stopped at an inspired moment, so I'll look forward to returning.
Tomorrow, I'll wake early for the writing conference I'm here to attend with my colleagues from the International Women's Writing Guild at Poets House. It is likely to rain on my walk there, and will be much cooler. And, home on the river, one of the girls will take the dogs. I hope they miss me anyway.
All photos and text © Kelly DuMar