#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Afternoon Brook

As I finished a meeting in the late afternoon, I saw Frank walking in the yard. The sun was shining. Once free, I joined him. The brook, in the shade, under the trees, was black and blue. Swollen and peaceful. Charlie and Brittany had their drinks. Frank and I walked a short way before going inside to make dinner together, just for the two of us in a quiet house. And sat by ourselves for a quiet, pleasant talk beside the fire. No candles lit. Daylight outdoors. The yard is littered with downed branches and sticks and the work will start soon. Perhaps this weekend. I must get my energy up. Swam this morning, a quick walk of Charlie. Two groups today, and tonight a chance to revise two poems. One I am very happy with––the other not so much. Tomorrow we wake on the birthday of my second child, my first daughter. And Wave comes home to celebrate. He wants to celebrate his mother, certainly. But he has made it clear he hopes for a cake and a present for himself as well. After all, October is a very long way off.