I was going to write a letter to my Father today and then burn it as a means of sending the letter to the afterlife. I took a walk instead and thought about fine art, poetry, what to make for dinner, and all kinds of stuff. While walking I wrote a bit more of Page One The Novel A Work In Progress by Stephen Craig Rowe and decided to keep that chapter in my head for now. I also thought a lot about my Father today and after dinner will share a drink with him, though he is gone, we shall have a moment or so on the porch or in the garden.
Dinner will be lamb chops, Brussels sprouts, honey glazed carrots, a nice fat baked potato slathered with butter and green onion sour cream. A glass or so of a deep red wine will carry me home.
The light today was splendid as it should be for the solstice and am looking forward to the sunset. If it is spectacular I will take my camera to capture and image or so. Am still walking at least an hour a day and feeling great. I am also painting and hope to post some new works soon. As ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe
