#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

leaf rock blue brook

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far beyond the road I have begun,
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has an inner light, even from a distance-

~ Excerpt from Rainer Maria Rilke, Translated by Robert Bly

Suddenly, surprisingly cool; a not summer day, except for the blue blast of cloudless sky over all. My spirit took me for a walk, to the river, past the brook, exquisite and quiet, this morning, taking my time, thanking the ferns that are browning for being so much ornament all summer along the sides of the trails. I had the time, alone, to let the pictures find me. The grasses in the brook, waving in the reflection of the golden trees. I was at peace in the morning. And, back in time for a swim, and then a bit of a rush, a happy rush, to set up for the Charles River writers arriving soon: the pleasure of brewing the coffee and setting up chairs and welcoming all to the quiet, ready house. It was an intimate, inspiring writing session. A mix of those who have come for years and the new ones who have just joined. Then, to taxes. Ah, yes. Deadline approaching. And, to refresh from that chore, a late afternoon walk at Medfield State with the special one and the dogs romping around in the golden freshness of a late bright autumn afternoon.