Last Friday in the wan sunlight of the late afternoon, I wandered halfheartedly over to the beach walkover next to the pier.
Although warmer than recent days, I still felt strangely chilly and didn’t really want to be outside, although some part of me did, very much. I’ve been feeling bereft of words lately and I hoped to see something that would inspire me. This is what I saw.
The car bore Vermont plates and two messages applied with blue painter’s tape.
nary a flurry has flown in my micro-climate. It’s been 28 degrees on more than five mornings when I ventured out at 7:20am. When when I spotted this ice slick
(Note: the layout of the rest of this post is not how it appeared in compose mode, and I’m done trying to figure it out. The pictures are not where I placed them, the text format is wonky – I have no idea.)
We were bundled up in all manner of parkas and hoodies and windbreakers and scarves. Wimpy Floridians now, 50
quarter, it was sunshine and blue sky so I felt uplifted
and even stripped off one of my many layers for a bit.