#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Charles River Winter Wake Up

The snow, early this morning, in this near zero weather, is more like ice. My skis and the dog’s paws, move over the surface. It’s slippery as ice, there’s no grip for the edges. But the poles can penetrate, there’s some grip. Soon there is wide blue sky and brilliant sunshine. No warmth, but I’ve dressed in layers and layers and protected all my skin. The skiing is fast and I avoid all slopes, there’s no stopping. It’s so cold, I think I won’t stay out long, and it’s hard work, but I keep going. This is where I want to be, in the land where I am the first to break the trail through the woods in the snow with my dogs. I am almost home when I fall, and I’m not hurt at all, but flat on my back in the snow, I look up at the tips of the hardwoods above me, in front of the bluest sky, glowing, and I fish in my pocket for my camera, but the battery is frozen. So I use my eyes. Good morning. Good morning. Good morning.

Edge of the Morning Brook