#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Starlit

Sleep, plentiful. Day breaks. Dust of snow over the local earth. Last night, a challenging drive home from Wellesley, dark, late afternoon snow, no salt on roads, a slippery slow slog home and cars spun out here and there. Home safe. And today, the icy crust on the steps and the driveway, and bitter chill. Still, I go to my swim and dive in. Good laps. Feel better. Crusty moody low lit time of year. But I get many necessary and pleasant things done. A request for a workshop comes in. And I revise a poem, thanks to my son, thanks to the forest bathing session yesterday, I find the fix for a problem couple of lines because of his invitation to go and “befriend an animal.” And it’s at the river that I get my awareness. What the baby turtles are doing right now. Surviving under the ice where they are quite content. This is what they are adapted for. Tonight, my roasted butternut squash and cauliflower pizzas please the dinner crowd. And it’s strange, but lately, I’ve been much more drawn to being outside after dark than in the morning when I want to be swimming. I bundle up and bundle up also a young pal of mine, a special one, to go out into the winter night to listen for owls under the blue black sky lit with stars. No owls. No owls. But the stars––