Sometimes, when I’m alone, and sort of in my head, I see something, a moment happens, and I wish I could capture it with words.  I thought ~ maybe to get back to writing, to get back to hearing that creative voice in my head, I’d share some of those moments.

This was today.

It was early evening, the sun sinking in the sky, leaving swirls of rosy pinks and powder blues precipitating the inky darkness of a midwinter’s night.  I was driving home from the city, winding my way down the ribbon of Kelly Drive along the Schuylkill.  The river looked like glass with huge expanses covered in nearly transparent patches of ice.  Life felt calm, clear and crisp ~ like the air outside.