#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

The rain tonight is lovely. We haven’t had rain lately, and we were out to dinner at a friend’s house, and coming home in the rainfall in the dark night, with the soft sound of it now on the windows and roof is calming and restful. It’s somewhat warm tonight. I had a short walk with Charlie this morning and there was ice on the brook. My swim before that. A dipping egg and help getting out the door before that, my grandson. And a busy day with clients and working on the monologues, with the writers and actors. Good stuff! And I went for a much needed massage. I thought––the darkness of these short days feels like a presence all through the day. December first, and the feeling of darkness and the treat of lights really deepens. My son was born tomorrow. I think, tonight, of that long, long laboring night, and the relief and joy and wonder of the next morning. The exquisite joy of holding my first born in my arms. Tomorrow, maybe a fire in the woods to celebrate. If it dries out. For now, the rain is a pleasant sound to sleep by.