#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Winter Sun Over the Charles

. . .Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.”

~ Excerpt from “Acceptance,” by Robert Frost

All the new snow, and a blinding sun. No glide, no glide, I realize, on my skis on the way to the river. Ah. The snow has warmed; it’s sticky, but I keep going. It’s more walking on my skis than anything else, but the sky, the sky this morning is blue and cloud, and bluer because of the clouds. The evergreens covered in fresh snow bend over the trail, and the snow falls down my neck as I go under them. Yesterday, I appreciated so much the long ski, the slippery snow. Today it’s sticky but I’m happy to keep going. I meet some others. We don’t care. Today, we went for a drive! A tiny adventure, a drive to Concord to meet my daughter and her boyfriend, for a to-go lunch and walk in the snow by a pond. A cheerful diversion. I passed a store window on the sidewalk: how long it has been since I have window shopped! The sky stayed white/blue all day, pretty winter scenes after snow. We passed Walden Pond, and the walkers walking across it. In the late afternoon I dug into the poems from letters. I finished photographing all the letters and felt a huge sigh of accomplishment. I don’t want to rush to the end of this project. I want to give it all the time and attention it deserves. But I thought: why don’t I commit to doing one letter poem per day until I’m done? And it feels right. I’m so pleased with how my monologue workshop is going. The writers are really making progress. Oh, February, such beauty here today.