Late fall has her charms.
Some hints of sun will disarm.
Branches raise in joy.
So what if I live in a state recognized for having the most miserable winters, and there’s snow everywhere?
This morning our sky is blue, the sun strong, and the temps are above freezing.
“Carpe diem,” I proclaim to the petite four legged pack before me, tossing each a toasty treat as I leave my house for work.
And fortunately I’ve packed a treat just for me.
I’ve built in a special 20 minute detour.
It’s just enough time to take a quick walk by the lake.
After parking my car, I cross a bridge to an empty, yet sandy beach.
Sure, the sand’s buried deep below the white stuff, but just knowing it’s there makes me smile.
Walking forward I notice the concession stand’s empty. There are no long lines for the cold sodas and hot dogs listed on the red weather beaten sign.
Still a chilled, yet warm bicyclist races by giving me a friendly wave while speeding towards the middle of the frozen lake.
“Why the rush?” I ask, too late for him to hear.
Probably to join the ice fishermen I figure, continuing my march down towards the water.
I cut through a small park on the beach, admiring a little blue boat.
The tiny boat brings back memories of kids, canines, and camera shots.
With hopes for more of the same in the months ahead.
I then notice someone’s dragged a picnic table to meet the frozen shoreline. I move towards it and climb on top of the table.
I pull out a still steaming thermos of french roast from my backpack.
I take a sip, and briefly close my eyes.
I feel the sun on my cheeks.
I hear the quiet.
And I find myself thankful to be living in this moment.
Especially in January.