I woke early, but didn't learn the devastating news until just before I left my house for #mydailywalk. The only news that reaches Charlie and Suzi, who race to the river's edge, is sun, a warm enough river, clear sky. He is wet by the time I am standing there, on a muddy bank in a stream of bright sunlight beaming east across the Charles onto a fern, onto my head, where I kneel. None of us has words for this morning. We're speechless, blinking, blinded.

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017