#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Ecerpt from “Winter Morning,” by James Crews

Quiet house. My unplanned weekend writing retreat. Walk the track, five miles in milder weather. I attend to revisions. One after the other. Closer and closer to my goal. Frank still away, Wave away. My time all my own. Tonight, just after the early dark, I drive to a friend’s gathering in Cambridge. Festivity and poetry, intimate conversation. Candles lit. Around the table we take our turns with poems. Home through the dark, listening to Moby Dick.