#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Morning Brook

"What potent blood hath modest May."
- Ralph W. Emerson

Out early into the May morning, cool and bright-skied and stimulating. Still, the maple wings. And, the brook is filled with color. And a pleasant absence. Yes, I removed the Angel two days ago: able to reach her without getting my feet wet hardly. And now I stop at the brook and see nothing artificial, just the water and the trees, the roots and rocks, the weeds and sky and sticks and leaves. I am quite satisfied. Then, I learn from my daughter that her brother has wondered what happened to the statue at the brook? I put her with her duplicate, under the deck. Charlie and I prefer it this way.