#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Didn’t I say the flakes would come? They came in the early morning hours. Frank left in the snow and the dark. I woke and got up at a very early hour. I knew Wave would be excited to see the snow, and he was, when I woke him for school. He helped me brush the snow off the car. I am exhausted tonight, in a happy way from a full day, including a poetry event tonight, a benefit for the Grolier Poetry Shop in Cambridge. The friends, the poetry, the music were exquisite. The long drive home in the dark. The gladness of being safely and warmly tucked into bed. Snow almost gone.