Winterberry disrupts the frozen curse.
My vision’s charmed by tiny blobs of red. . .

~ Excerpt from “A Winterberry Sonnet,” by John Grey

Awake early. I take Charlie with me to the pool and he waits while I swim, a great swim. Glad to be back doing my laps. Then we walk at Medfield State Hospital on the other side of the river. It’s brown and kind of drab in the woods. I wonder about spring and when it will come. A branch of winterberry is hanging over the Charles, a bit of brightness on a wintry morning. I am happy to be home. Where does this day go? Flies by. I get my newsletter written and sent and that feels satisfying. Somehow it took me most of the day. Tonight, dinner in Boston with my daughter and her boyfriend; a cold, wet walk in sleet and rain and snow down Newbury Street, and a very delicious dinner. A great chance to have long conversations after weeks away. My eyes closing on this day as I write…