We enjoyed a long and gorgeous autumn. It’s sad to see flamboyant fall colors fade, leaving the world a bit grim and bare. But there is a different kind of beauty in the monochromatic tones of winter. I’m looking forward to white white snow and stark tree trunks and frozen lakes.
Today, we got our first taste of the coming season. The wind was wild over the lake. Gray waves crashed against the break wall throwing up impressive spray. Gulls pushed against the wind. Every now and then, we saw one catch and tumble back, wings akimbo before righting itself and continuing on its way.
I was happy to see our old friend, the red-tailed hawk, perched high in a tree. Its feathers lifted in the wind like Marilyn’s skirt and it looked curiously at us. A flurry of snow began to fall, tiny flakes swirling in the wind. We stayed as long as we could before my cold hands couldn’t bear it anymore and we headed home to thaw out.
