#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

It rained all night, and rained in a bit. Frank gone when i woke later than usual. Poor Charleston, quite sick. And stayed so all day. Ate something yucky yesterday on the beach. Suffered well beyond any reason today, poor guy. Low clouds, intermittent rain. The weight of the low clouds upon us. Some got work done. I had the pleasure of taking my grandson to the community center for story time, a small, intimate encounter with two other three year olds and a teacher who lives on the island year round. Wave was an angel. Attentive and friendly. Later, at dinner, he quizzed us all as he often does: “What was the best part of your day?” And when we got to him he said his best was going to story time with me. Well. All day we wait for some break in the clouds, then go to the beach under them, determined. The gulls call. The osprey waves her wings to dry them over her nest. It’s silent in an intensely relaxing way. My friend from Ukraine takes her soak in the salt water, the mild waves, and then I do as well, and the water is refreshing and worth it. Wave and I run on the beach, collect shells. Dinner cooked by me and Frank, enjoyed by all, and then a game at the table with blueberry pie, baked fresh on the island. Frank and I, bleary eyed, the first to leave the game and get to bed! I missed both of my poetry workshops. Three of my photos accepted for publication today, one of them a photo of night in Istanbul.