#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
Because on Wednesday leave home early to facilitate my writer's group, our walk is shorter. Today's weather iced me under my skin, into my bones. A few bright surprises glow in the November woods; a fat little leaf is gold-bright-wet on the surface of the brook, the brook is full and will ice soon enough. In the cold autumn woods, I'm appreciating silence – the absence of distraction – walking under the trees going leafless.
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