Bell and I got an early start. I even gave him a quarter of an arthritis pain pill to help him enjoy himself. With a full thermos of coffee, a book , and my journal we set off for the Skidmore Bluff at sunrise. One bench was already occupied by a middle-aged lady rehearsing her lines so we took the makeshift bench to the right.

The day emerged. Grey and wet. It felt good to insert something new into my routine. And so pleasing to pour myself a little mug of coffee over and over again.