#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Broadmoor

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.
― Leif Enger, Peace Like a River

What day did I wake into? Somehow, I imagined it was a wide open day, no commitments. I went eagerly out for a run, since my daughter said she’d take Charlie for a walk. I went to the street and ran to Farm Pond where I knew the sun would be shining on the beach and the water. I enjoyed the change of scenery, being on the street, instead of the woods, and it was cool and a little windy-fresh, I felt terrific. I knew I’d go in for a swim, and didn’t hesitate, I was heated up from my run. And it was cool, colder than it has been. I felt great, but my limbs just couldn’t move through the water as fast as my mind wanted. Like moving through cold jello, but in an entirely pleasant way, the sun on my face, the foliage in color, the quiet of being the only body in the pond. I am finally reading a book (listening, on Audible), that I’ve intended to read for years, and I’m finding it enthralling, as I guessed I would: The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot. I listened on my run to the pond, and on my run home. Quite satisfied. Until I realized what day it was, and that I had missed an appointment! It’s the beginning of a long weekend, there’s a vacation feel. In the late afternoon I got out for another walk with my youngest and the special one, at Broadmoor again, where we visited the ducks and the rushing waterfall. What energy and cheerfulness I felt today after an exquisite night’s sleep. Tonight, dinner with friends at a restaurant outdoors and the golden warmth of the sunlit yellowing trees is how it felt to be with them, outside, with a candle on the table, and warmish evening, and the intimate conversation with dear ones.

Street run