I woke up pondering the day ahead
as I lay morose in bed.
The only theme that fit my mood
was the “I suck song” from The Last Five Years,
the Broadway musical,
with the iconic line:
“I suck I suck I suuuuuuuuuuck.”
That’s what I’ll write about today, I thought, brooding.
Then I dragged myself up.
The temperature has dropped 35 degrees since yesterday,
But the sun is brilliant, the air sharp and clear,
The dogs keen to venture forth, as ever.
One lap around the fields, throwing a stick for Kate
Who returns, wobbly, but shaking her stick playfully just the same.
A chickadee bustles
My cheeks buzz with chill
The frozen grass makes a satisfying crunch under my feet.
My heart quickens, spirits lift, deep breath of winter.
What a good day.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 107: 139 words, TOTAL = 17,656; 42,344 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.