The swan on the surface of the river. Is he/she greeting or threatening? It’s never clear. Some ice on the edges. I walk with the special one who sleeps. There is a confusion, still, of Christmas plans and Omicron. I have a very productive and creative session with a writing client, and she is so satisfied. I have two poems accepted by a journal. Poems of these woods I walk. The moon is waning and still bright. Frank and I see it tonight as we go out on an errand. Tonight, I was determined to get two batches of cookie dough made and into the fridge to be baked later. Done! And sleep, now, please. To sleep.