It’s another cold, wet, foggy night here at Henwoodie. The bleak, dreary weather fits my sad mood perfectly. The snow is melting but the days and nights are still chilly and damp. Still having difficulty sleeping after Molly’s tragic drowning. Still have not found her body in the swollen river that still has ice sheets on it.
Will try to settle down in the studio later on today and attempt to get some real work done. I need to keep my mind distracted and not think about Molly. Not an easy thing to do, I must admit.
I like to remember these cold, foggy nights so that I can describe them in my writing, especially Wythe’s End and LOME.