#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

River impresion

Tonight it rains harder and harder onto the roof, onto the drenched trees and grass and all the lawn leaves. It didn’t rain while I walked this morning in the woods. A long ramble that ended up taking me in circles and turned into seven miles All the trails are now buried in fallen leaves and in the brook the fallen leaves are not longer colors, they are all brown. Just me and Wave tonight hanging out, happily. I’m pretty pooped from getting up early, long walk and hours on my computer. I did some writing for a new poem. I prepped for the Women Writers Collective event that I produced in the late afternoon, which went well, we weren’t bombed and it was successful, thank goodness. I’m not usually this busy on a Friday and it feels like the weekend is starting too fast. Very very Novembery! A night to be cozy and early to bed.