A quiet snow falling on a quiet night. After rain. It turned. So, there is a good chance I will be on my x-country skis in the woods along the Charles by morning. My first ski of this winter. All the snow and much of the ice was washed away by last night’s rain. A cleaning up before a fresh batch. I awoke early with Wave. Dipping egg and play. The a shared swim. And I set up for Frank to give Wave his first lesson the court with his tennis racket, after Frank’s morning tennis with his foursome. Wave was quite excited. He told the man at the front desk “It’s my first time.” I thought the half hour court Frank was able to get would be plenty. It was not. Wave was very surprised and sad when a foursome showed up to claim his court. He wasn’t done yet! Frank had a basket of balls and kept feeing them to him to try and develop his stroke. He was having a very good time. We booked another court, for an hour for Wave and Frank tomorrow. In the afternoon I went into my quietest office, shut the doors, hid away to get some work done. Prepped for my free monologue webinar tonight. An revised two poems. Now I can’t decide which to bring to workshop in the morning. I’ll sleep on it. Sleep on it while the snow falls silently onto the river’s thin ice, the pines and the branches of the hardwoods. On Fudgy’s trailer, on all the garden beds and shrubs and parked cars. Falls and makes the dark night quiet and comforting. Hmmm. I just realized that being quiet is a theme in both of the poems I revised today. There are hostages and prisoners who are free tonight in the Middle East.