#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
― Anais Nin

How is it possible that I needed gloves this morning? September cool, very cool. River in mist, wildflowers of late summer still in bloom and the sunflowers of the garden, bright, tall spectacle in the field waving. The pink heads of the turtlehead flower by the fresh brook. Sheet of mist on the Charles under the trestle bridge. I wear pants, not shorts, two shirts, I’m cold. I walk fast with my sticks. I climb the steep hill twice. This is the season of yellowing, buttery color everywhere. I have a busy happy day of my writing life. A highlight tonight: my monthly Aim for Astonishing webinar meets, a full house of this intimate, dynamic group, and the writing and sharing was so powerful. My daughter who is having a baby is a member of this webinar, lucky for me, and that’s extra special. After the group closed we talked in the kitchen: I heated a scone for a snack and she popped popcorn. Tonight the prompt I led was about friendship. And, in the kitchen, talking over our day, in the quiet house, relaxing before bedtime, I felt, this is more than mother and daughter, which is nice enough. This is also friendship. A friendship the color of creamy butter.