#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

I am awake for awhile before Wave comes in. He wants me to get up and play, and asks nicely, first, how is my back? My back is fine. But his concern is sweet. We go out into the cold morning to ride bikes before breakfast while Frank blows the pine needles from the driveway. We stay out until his hands are just too cold and he is hungry. Frank and I spend the morning with him, an exceptional treat to have him on Saturday. It isn’t until dusk that I take my walk. To the river. Every tree that has leaves on it still has color to offer. The river is very calm. The light is fading. It’s such a lovely October. Perfectly quiet, except for the owl, hooting across the river into the coming night.