#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Morning Ice

Awake early despite little sleep. My mind is busy through the night. On sleepless nights like this I enjoy pulling my phone onto my pillow and streaming WCRB Classical radio and letting the music delight me as my body and mind relax. Tonight, I am very tired from a busy day. I swam. I walked Charlie after that, and there was some really interesting ice on the river and I wanted to stay out longer, but I had my Ukrainian group to run. There will be more ice, undoubtedly. My French doors in the bedroom dividing my office from our bedroom are finished and gorgeous and exactly what I wanted and I love love love this feature. Before I even got out of bed this morning I was writing a new poem. That’s two for two days. A wonderful part of my busy day was the late afternoon when I took the special one to Broadmoor for a hike in the sanctuary. We crossed five bridges. We went to the splendid waterfall. We made pretend fires on the cold ground with sticks and pine needles to keep warm and toasted pretend marshmallows and we met a pair of mallards: Mrs. and Mr., presumably, and they entertained us delightedly by dunking their heads and wiggling their tails. Tonight, before bedtime, he wants to do yoga with me. All I have in me tonight is child’s pose. Then I pull out “Make Way for Ducklings,” of course. I read it once. He “reads” it once. It is a huge success. “Who else lives on the Charles River?” I ask. “I live on the Charles River,” he answers.