The air blew bitter cold on the day’s first walk. Less so in the second.
On Cypress Street a hawk swooped overhead, its wing outlines sharp against a leaden sky.
I’m asking myself today: what is freedom? What is loyalty? And what kind of accountability ought to be operating in certain caregiving relationships.
Tomorrow we are supposed to get snow. Possibly a foot.
I’m taking down today’s earlier post regarding Salem. If you want an email link, I’m happy to share, but I almost always have fairly immediate misgivings about airing these personal matters.
Tomorrow, it’s back to final chapters for my manuscript.