#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

My son tells me a story of a hummingbird he found stuck in a prickly, sticky weed along the edge of the yard. Unable to escape. He carefully lifted it free, a speck of blood, the fear of breaking it. Then, free, hovered in his hand for a moment, before flying away.

My son arrived, a bit after noon. My husband picked him up on the ferry; we went for the afternoon with late lunch and Charlie packed across the little gap to Chappaquidick. It was cooler today, and cloudy until the very last of the afternoon––no, it was evening by then when the sun warmed our backs as we sat in sugary sand at the edge of the sea with no one in sight. My son read us some passages from a book he’s reading on family councils. We also had a walk, him and me, and Charlie, up the vacant beach. Met a wounded cormorant who could swim but not fly. No helping it. We swam in the warm, so warm water, the mild waves, the delicious warmth and rolling. We stayed on the beach until we were all hungry for dinner. Seafood, what else? The weekend has begun. I am pleased, tonight, to feel the progress I made on my manuscript. My editor likes my new title. It’s just about ready to upload for the publisher to edit and design. A good way to start this weekend.