Sunday was an exceptionally beautiful day, and I had spent far too much of it at the keyboard. Finally Miss Sadie and the Cowboy could stand it no longer. They dragged me outdoors and made me go for a walk on the beach. Come on! Let’s go!
Sadie disappeared south, came tearing back to see what we were doing, sped north and disappeared again. I took pictures. The Cowboy found dead fish to roll in. It was glorious.
It was easy to talk myself into walking quite a way, stopping to take pictures of interesting things, laughing at the Duo chasing each other. Miss Sadie was spin-dancing, and I’m pretty sure they were playing hide and seek with me. I played capture-the-flag. More about that later in the week.
The sun was shining, the breeze blew tendrils of my hair into my face in a very attractive manner—and then I had to turn around and head into a fierce wind just as the sun dropped to the horizon. It’s surprising how fast all the warmth can go right out of a winter afternoon.
We moved toward home quite briskly, stopping only when the neighborhood eagle appeared, soaring over the shoreline hunting for supper. We had to watch that. (I kept my mittens on. No picture, but no frostbite either.) By the time we got to our own stairs even the Duo were ready to go in.
It was the sort of day that makes a person glad to live here in winter. Remind me I said that the next time I whine about snow, OK?