#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
How good—to be alive!
How infinite—to be
Alive—two-fold—The Birth I had
And this—besides, in—Thee!~ Emily Dickinson, “470”
Rain out the window, and then the day grew dry and gold-spun. For the second day in a row I had a chance for a quiet walk with my husband in the autumn splendor, with spilling over happy conversations and so much to tell each other about life which grows new every day. Here, the mallards swim in swirls of brilliant light. Water that seems filled with liquid coins spilled from an enchanted palace vault. Yes, today is a bounty of riches. We walk under the lit up trees and count our blessings. We always seem to be at a new beginning, welcoming change and surprise.
