#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

. . . Nothing for me to do on this road
but drive and give thanks:
I'll be home by dawn.

~ Excerpt from Rest by Richard Jones

Rain all night. The field is pocked with pools of water and wet ice in process of melt. I don’t feel refreshed. The sky has no give. It’s gray and mist. I have no energy to work on poems this morning. Maybe later in the day. I go out and walk in the wet. It’s very January. Milder, less biting cold. But bleak. Frank and I drive to Concord to meet Franci and will to grab a bite and take a drive and have coffee. It’s bright with them. The sun comes out. Low scattered clouds but pretty scenery and cheerful conversation. My energy stays low all day though, and that’s okay. A recovery day. It’s good to have a rest.