…I think of the frank loveliness
of the day, the air clean

& clear, the sky scraped
down to its blue lubricities,
each cloud seldom & singular…

~ Excerpt from “Love Song for John on Route 140,” Tom Daley

The sun stayed hidden in the mist, the beach almost a blank. Wet warmth and a peaceful, blind quiet. Shorebirds at their morning rituals. The snowy egret putting her best foot forward. A Valentine’s day early morning walk. And then a trip to the store, frames for my pictures to be in an exhibit at Fogartyville next week. And, tonight, a concert there, our favorite place: Fogartyville, for music. Tonight, Joe Crookston, a great show for a Valentine date. To bed late, must rise early: new arrivals must be fetched from the airport. I wrote today into mystery and unknown, drafts of the postcard poems. I am almost asleep with so much left unsaid.