#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Swim or no swim? I cannot decide. My body is tired and sore. I want to swim but I want to walk more but do I want to swim more than walk? I walk. There is some nice ice, but not that much new ice. I walk for a bit with Charlie and then realize I want to swim. So, I swim. And then I have a poetry workshop with my friends and we share poems. Outside the window where I worked today, a lovely light dusting of snow. The first thing I saw when I woke up: a hawk flying from the grove of pines across the yard. A swoop at the feet of the reindeer by the granite bench. Just swooped in, picked something up, flew back to the pine grove. Two weeks ago when, after a storm, I was righting the reindeer who had been blown over by the wind, I saw a mouse or a mole run across the brown grass under the granite and thought to myself: aha, the little creature is living here. Well, this morning the first thing I saw was that the little creature is no more.