Morning after storm, sleek, very bright. New snow on the thin ice. It’s very fresh and sweet outdoors, so Charlie and I enjoy our walk. Then a swim. I have written my weekly writing prompt and blog before going out. It’s evening now, and I have not returned to my writing desk after all. I wanted time with my daughter, running errands, having tea, getting pedicures. For my other daughter I made lentil soup; for Frank meatballs. I like cooking on a Sunday in January, food for giving warmth and love. It’s a cozy Sunday. Here, and not in L.A. We are all thinking about the troubles that are severe and traumatic for all the people in the Los Angeles area, aren’t we? I have a good chat with my friend who is in Belgium and I am offered a facetime peek into a sweet Sunday afternoon in their apartment, with grown children, and most special of all, a sleeping newborn. It’s quite a special experience to be drawn in for these wonderful moments while I’m walking under a striking blue sky on the East coast of the U.S. on the Charles River. I have spent all my energy tonight. And still need to submit a poem. Fortunately, I have one in the bank.