Carol and I went out for a walk this afternoon. It was pretty cold, and there was a stiff wind — stiff enough that the harbormaster had hoisted the gale warning flags. There was ice forming in the shallow, sheltered parts of the harbor. The bitter cold felt good. I’ve been longing for some serious cold, especially after the too-warm fall we’ve had, and at this time of the year, when you can finally sense that each day is a little longer than the day before, the bitter cold doesn’t seem so dire as it does when the days are at their shortest.
Yet Another Unitarian Universalist, vol.1
Volume one contains entries from 2005-2010.
Two weeks ago, when winter finally arrived after the long warm spell, my first thought was good this is normal. However, now that I no longer can ski and because there is hardly any snow, I’m still unhappy. In the past when winter arrived with a goodly amount of snow on the ground, I used to feel happy because I would be able to go cross country skiing, and the snow and cold were simply minor annoyances. This year I just want to hunker down and not leave my nice warm home.