Thursday, March 06, 2008
the brave, the hardy, the few
It struck me that it had been a while since I went by way of the bike path – the one that takes me past the lake to campus. Since the first snowflakes touched the gravel road. Half a year maybe. Or more. We’ve had snow forever.
And it also struck me that the prettiness of winter (which has left me uncharmed now for a number of weeks) is soon to be a thing of the past.
So I took a detour in the late afternoon.
It was a desolate place. A few hardy souls. That’s it. Here they are, refusing to give in to The Chill. Bundled up and bracing the wind. And looking not unhappy with the ice and snow. Heroes, all of them.
one has fur, the other has a very big scarf
forging ahead
the ice fishers: they've figured it out and for that, they get my top honors
And it also struck me that the prettiness of winter (which has left me uncharmed now for a number of weeks) is soon to be a thing of the past.
So I took a detour in the late afternoon.
It was a desolate place. A few hardy souls. That’s it. Here they are, refusing to give in to The Chill. Bundled up and bracing the wind. And looking not unhappy with the ice and snow. Heroes, all of them.
one has fur, the other has a very big scarf
forging ahead
the ice fishers: they've figured it out and for that, they get my top honors
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I'd love to read a book by you, maybe titled "The Ice Fishers".
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In a few days, the snow will thaw and the path will be ankle-deep in mud for a while.
ReplyDeleteThen the mud will dry and the first flowers will pop up, and the birds will fly north, and we'll have spring, glorious spring!
At least, that's the way it's worked in previous years.
you need one last trip before spring begins.
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