Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Long Sands Morning

We've had a stretch of uninterrupted cold weather. The beach now looks like a winter beach: a slushy high tide mark; a few lobster pots washed up, ice encrusted and hopelessly tangled by the violent winter seas; slush at the water's edge and low, gray skies in the morning.

They're finally skating on the Mill Pond, but cross country skiing and snowshoeing must wait for the snow. They say it might come on Friday. Most winters, if they say it's coming, it comes and it comes worse than they said it would.
This winter, we've taken the wait and see approach. It seems, no matter what they say, the snow doesn't come.

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