Seriously, I have seen the weather reports. It is snowy, frigid and nearly impossible to get around in many parts of the country. It has been cold in Florida – as in “do their thermometers really go that low?” And we have had a taste of the chilly winds and cold temps here in North Carolina – nothing like in Ontario or Indiana, of course. Officially, winter doesn’t arrive for another week. Having said all this, I am of two minds. (That should come as no surprise. Actually, having only two minds might be rather a vacation. Yet again, I digress.)
You see, my feet are cold and my mind harkens back (isn’t that a great word? – harkens) to August when we walked barefoot on the sand of our favorite beach. It was a sunny, warm, and lazy day.
We could sit in the porch rockers and watch the other tourists poking along the island. My feet were not cold then.
Then I think back to January of this year when it snowed a decent bit. It was so pristine and peaceful looking.
And even though it makes my feet cold, I like the looks of the snow when it is new and fresh and everyone is warm and safe – inside enjoying a hot cup of tea, coffee or cocoa. It gives us sort of an unexpected day off; permission to play if you will.
The weatherman is saying we might get a wintry mix in the coming hours. Nothing is certain at this point. Therefore, I too am wavering. I am not sure which I prefer; the warmth of the sun and sand or the clean and clear of the snow? Maybe a little of each?