#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

I search for my faith, wonder where

I lost it, find it in deep cinnamon

mud smushing up between my toes.

~ Excerpt from “Near Spring Equinox,” by Jeanetta Calhoun Mish

Happy spring! It’s here! It’s official! Even under the low clouds this morning, the low light, the un-bright morning. It’s spring. I pass three different mallard couples, first on the river, then in the wetlands, then in the brook, all lifting off as they hear me approach. I was having my coffee, early, when Wave came in at 6:30, happy to see me, ready to play. I fed him, made his lunch and drove him to school so my daughter could have some time. He talked cheerfully the whole way about a flying bed. Today, I have to say, I my energy was low. I did get some things done, but no writing. Still, I had lovely time tonight with my daughters and Wave after dinner. We played a kind of charades, acting things out for each other. This was fun. Frank face-timed Wave earlier this evening from his apartment to show Wave the view from his balcony of the Eiffel tower all lit up. Thrilling.