TRUTH IS.....

I like the winter, the snow, the dark huddle in, hot chocolate, shovel out, cold feet New England Winter!

I like hats on, coats zipped and buttoned, crisp steaming words coming from frozen lips courting red noses.

Crunchy feet on frozen seaweed atop shifting sand unyielding to temperatures, tell me some things are beyond my control, some within. Some accommodate me without my having to ask or manipulate.

The comings and goings of tides and things getting washed up to shore, with no desire to ponder, look, explore. Just looking is enough at debris too frozen to touch.