#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

. . . Things!
Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful
fire! More room in your heart for love,
for the trees! For the birds who own
nothing — the reason they can fly.

~ Excerpt from “A Storage,” Mary Oliver

Today, I have to say the ice was a bit unsatisfying to look at. There was no sun. It was snowing very lightly; the thinnest coating on the river. The way the layers have froze this time is that the top-most layer is kind of cloudy and marred. Nothing very inspirational, until I got to the trestle bridge over the river, and there the black trees reflecting in the river were lovely. The edges, not the center of the river, ice. On my back, I carried a passenger. This passenger was happy most of the way, and fell asleep, but woke up in the woods crying. I had kept checking his head in my camera, looking behind me, to make sure he had no removed his hat as he is wont to do. Finally, I discovered the problem: he was missing a boot! I warmed it up and hurried home with him. Then backtracked to find the boot but came home empty handed somehow. Tomorrow must look again. A day of reorganization and clean up, exhausting. But, tonight I feel the satisfaction of having done it even though I overdid it. Tomorrow, I intend to have creative time in my day no matter what. Frank is on his way home.