sjrozan

Yesterday, pouring rain, mist, fog and clouds and too-warm weather. Got up early and walked all over lower Manhattan, as is my personal New Year's Day tradition. Had the park by the river almost entirely to myself, and a lot of the streets, too. Between the downpour and people's hangovers, not even the joggers were out, and the very few dogwalkers seemed groggy. The gray light didn't change all day. Buildings, streetlights and ships kept appearing and disappearing in the mist. I left flowers at the WTC site for a firefighter I knew who died there, and got home entirely, completely, thoroughly soaked.

Today, cold wind, not a cloud, and glorious sunshine glittering off the water. Seagulls swooping, trying to make up for yesterday, as are the joggers -- probably they're trying to make up for a little new year's indulgence, too. And just as I was about to leave, the Norwegian Spirit came nosing around the pier. Sister to the Norwegian Dawn, this one's painted not with a smile but with dolphins and someone who most likely represents the norse god of the sea, though he's suspiciously young, clean-shaven, and buff. I stood and watched that slow, out-of-scale slide up the river. Then came back and wrote my first 500 words of the new year.

sjrozan I'm a writer, at work on my 11th book. This blog is a record of random and less-random thoughts. If you want to know more about me, check my website, linked here. I also had a blog going from spring through late fall 2004 about the publishing process for my 9th book, ABSENT FRIENDS. That blog's called "Progress" and you can find the link here. I won't make any more entries but I'm leaving it up in case anyone's interested; the process is more or less the same from book to book.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (2)		2007-01-02 1:31 PM Another beginning Yesterday, pouring rain, mist, fog and clouds and too-warm weather. Got up early and walked all over lower Manhattan, as is my personal New Year's Day tradition. Had the park by the river almost entirely to myself, and a lot of the streets, too. Between the downpour and people's hangovers, not even the joggers were out, and the very few dogwalkers seemed groggy. The gray light didn't change all day. Buildings, streetlights and ships kept appearing and disappearing in the mist. I left flowers at the WTC site for a firefighter I knew who died there, and got home entirely, completely, thoroughly soaked. Today, cold wind, not a cloud, and glorious sunshine glittering off the water. Seagulls swooping, trying to make up for yesterday, as are the joggers -- probably they're trying to make up for a little new year's indulgence, too. And just as I was about to leave, the Norwegian Spirit came nosing around the pier. Sister to the Norwegian Dawn, this one's painted not with a smile but with dolphins and someone who most likely represents the norse god of the sea, though he's suspiciously young, clean-shaven, and buff. I stood and watched that slow, out-of-scale slide up the river. Then came back and wrote my first 500 words of the new year. Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top