Puddles on the Path…..

There are still many puddles left after recent rain on the river paths. A crisp, cold, frosty morning. There is a hardly-to-be-seen figure walking towards me. It is Grace, a friend of many years, taking her routine early morning walk. Later this morning I visited friend Dawn for a lovely lunch. We watched a fascinating true life drama on TV.
This afternoon I drove to the hospital where I tried to attract Keith’s attention through the window into his hospital room. But he was sound asleep on his bed. I left him to sleep.