#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Well, I cannot find any way to write tonight anything of comfort or hope for all those grieving and suffering in war and conflict and horror. I walked and took a picture or two of what I found beautiful in the Charles and the wetlands. Rode my bike to the pond where most of the boats have been put away for winter and dove in, and leaves line the sand under the surface and I swam over them and out into the pond, not shivering, but slowly, slowed by the cold water, pleasant water, the sky above me. I took a long time to feel warmer after. I watched news. I revised poems. I cleaned the kitchen, put away groceries. Watched news feeling horror.