Like a cloak of invisibility
This time, the forecast was accurate. Snow started falling around daybreak, and as I write, things continue. Calmly. This is a fine powder; exactly what a skier might wish for. I’m a flatlander, so I’ll never know more. Instead, we waited until after lunch, and made a short trip to the beach.
The fox that raced us down the road was, perhaps, pointing out that we were in his element. Although there’s no sea ice (yet), the beach is a gentle white slope. Sand in summer, snow in winter. The rule of thumb. I didn’t risk taking the car down the lane to the wharf, all the better to let the dog enjoy the area.
We’ll be back. Wait for a few more weeks, and let the season change take hold. Perhaps we’ll need snowshoes, next time around. This was a first foray, to get a feel for the familiar in unfamiliar terms. After all, I haven’t gone to the beach in midwinter for a very, very long time.
The roads weren’t great, as they say. A poke to those who think that vehicle driving lights are excessive. That truck, just ahead of us, as an example. In the white on white, a “cloak of invisibility” wouldn’t have done better. Fading in and out of view, like a computer phantom. I’m not given to speeding, just in case I have to stop hecause of such ass-hat drivers.
Today, we feasted on quiche. Prepared in our kitchen, SO much better than the stuff that comes out of the local freezer at the market.
