Smartly, I dressed for this morning’s weather, and my hands did not get cold. Yes, there was ice beginning for form in the wetlands, on the brook, the thinnest ice, and on the puddles too. I took a lot of pictures today and got lost in the moment of looking and looking and looking at all the cold was doing with water and plants and trees and clouds and river and sky. I had a busy work day. On my way home from the walk, crossing the trestle bridge, I had a flash of insight about a section of my new poetry manuscript, about a change that felt entirely right. I rushed home to make the change before meeting with Vanessa when I had a chance to show it to her. And as I worked on it, I saw, yes. This is what was needed. Indeed, Vanessa agreed and was vey excited about this piece, as I am. Her comments so helpful. This was a most enriching and exciting hour of my day; and there were a few. The Ukrainian support group; we missed a few members. Bombs suddenly dropping. But three of us met, and we went deep and it was quite a wonderful opportunity to explore some things together. And tonight, my photo-inspired writers, it was such a stimulating session; we had laughter and rich writing and sharing. Such a lovely group. And then, the special one still up. A visit with him, books at bedtime, nothing better for the soul than reading aloud to a child. Pots and pans, the new ones, arrived after dinner. Household happy to receive this box. And I packed. Away with Frank on a business trip tomorrow. I will wear the hiking boots I bought on my last trip to the southwest on the plane.