#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Good morning to Wave. He comes into my room. His mother is leaving. It’s a hot chocolate morning. And eggs. A big hunger. I skip my walk, delay it, so I can drive him to school. Then I have clients and meetings most of the rest of the day. When I get out for a ski in the late afternoon the snow is not entirely gone, but not ski-able any longer. Thin under the trees and slushy. Bare spots. It’s okay. Tonight I host the Journal of Expressive Writing Feature and Open mic. Readers from the Nature of Our Times Anthology. It’s a really lovely experience to hear from a small selection of contributors. I share my own poem from the anthology, Woods Cycle, and a new poem from my manuscript. Frank comes home from his short trip. I’m a little anxious about the impending storm. So so so much snow and ice and rain affecting so many. January weather in the extreme. It’s nice to have Frank home.