#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

In the wetlands

The snow was cold and fast today. Most lovely in the wetlands by the river. No birds. The trails are kind of mucked up with footprints and hard edges, so skiing the surface of now was easier. But slippery and awkward, trails getting old, causing falls, and I was pretty tired by the time I came in. A rush into the car to drive to meet my sister and drive to Connecticut to see my aunt in her new assisted living—having just moved yesterday. The visit with her was terrific, because she was sooooo glad to see us, and because she is the most naturally cheerful and resilient person I know. So, she is coping well with the changes required by needing oxygen 24-7. I’m sad about that. But I can only be lifted by her spirits. We had the nicest, lovingest visit. She teared up, missing my mother, her good friend. So, it was a day with my sister and aunt that meant a lot to me. A fresh inch of snow here when I got back home. Not enough to impact the trail. I’m cranky tonight. Overtired and also, like everyone, quite disturbed about the war and the loss of life. All those school children in Iran. Just kids going to school on a Monday morning and being hit by a bomb. I’m too cranky to write any more tonight. I need some good sleep and to wake into a more sensible world.