#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Morning Brook

Before it was light, we went out into the chilly, wet morning, the special one and Charlie and me. We called it a sleigh ride. He gets to carry a flashlight. There were clouds; no moon, no stars. It starting sleeting as we pushed across the old grass toward the brook and he learned a new weather element and word: Sleet. Then we stopped at the brook and watched the sleet there. All the ice gone. It was our special time alone in the new day amidst change. We were cold and went in and there was hot chocolate and dipping eggs and my son came in and I made dipping eggs for everyone. Tonight the house is quiet in a very unusual way. There are so many comings and goings in this house. Goings and coming back. Tonight I feel at peace with all of that, and the river runs through it.