#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Wake up, it’s a quiet house, this sunny rental, and no dogs. The dogs in the house that’s our real home, wake up, no me. We walk our separate walks. Mine, after reading some writing from my workshop participants that makes me very happy for they are growing in ways they want to grow, as writers, as people, they are choosing change. I choose change. The change of cold to sand warming on a winter morning in a heated climate. Dear Suzi and Charlie: I miss you. I promise. You are well cared for. I am well cared for. Thank you for asking. My walk is into the sand soft and the dogs walk into the frozen earth by the river and maybe some ice. I shorten my walk for yoga, to try a class, to stretch. A little bit, I think about writing a poem, but today is for friends and for being not alone with my thoughts and laughing and sitting at the beach with friends from the cold growing warmer and warmer because the cloudless sky is letting the sun beam straight upon us. One dolphin comes. We gather shells like children. The water is the temperature of Lucy Vincent Beach in Chilmark in June or October: I dive in and cool off with my husband. We like it. It’s refreshing and tingles all my skin and nerves. It’s the temperature of the Charles River in April when Suzi jumps in and swims on our walks. In the late afternoon before sunset some purplish clouds roll in and loosen the sun. We walk home with our friends to make shrimp and a happy dinner.