#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Sense all day of the impending storm coming to so many in the country. The literal storm, that is. Snow, ice, cold. Wave came in early to me and Frank. Hot chocolate and cuddling and breakfast. I walked and it wasn’t too cold. My hair done and a pedicure. Bringing in yard furniture. Watering plants. Getting ready to go away. I revised a poem very briefly. A brief visit with my friend by the fire. Cold really penetrating. It’s so unusual to have a storm with such far reach approaching. A relaxed dinner, Frank, me, Perri and a waring fire. Tonight, playing with a collage. River, leaves like feathers, tree bark. Winter. Before the storm.