My views mingled with the cold this morning, the beach was empty as the sun climbed higher into the sky. The beach in the winter is probably my favorite time to be there, utterly peaceful, even the gull's lonely call is silenced by the wind.
Do you go to the beach in the winter? Have you noticed there is always less sand? The larger waves pull the sand offshore to the longshore sandbars, usually leaving the beach a little bit rockier. But the beauty of it is that waves take that sand back in the summer and make the beach sandy once again. Thank you, Mother Nature.
That feeling of wanting
Never letting go? I say
It must be that winter is again in the air
Leaving space for the cold to blow in
Giving way to the distraction
Frost stuck on my windshield leaves a telltale wintery look of things to come. A little dark and so out of sorts, it was still very evident that it was trying hard to look cold. It was cold. Probably -5C by this time (23F) Save your pity for tomorrow, where snow is in the forecast, right on time to make the commute on Monday pretty taxing, but, thank you Mother Nature once again. Monday is a Federal Holiday in the US and it can snow until the cows come home. Just clean it up by Monday night.
I actually like snow, just not the nightmare it causes some days, stranding motorists and creating havoc on some of the roads that don't get their fair share of plowing. Can't I just sit here by the fireplace and enjoy the show?
From here behind the screen of the computer, I can look at it all day, not only that but, when I want to flip it over, I can change it to the beach in a flash.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
Happy #Caturday! The winter is just too much for her to bear. She just cannot look!
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
