Yesterday we had a late cold snap after a few days of spring-like weather. I loved the beauty of the snow coming down, but I did not like the drop in temperature. As I grow older, I have become more sensitive to the cold.
At times like this my mind tends to fill with visions of summers at the beach when I was a pre-teen and teenager. We lived a very short distance from the ocean shore, and I spent many happy hours swimming and surfing with my friends. Later I was the proud owner of a small boat, and I used it to explore Masonboro Sound and some of the surrounding waterways.
What nice, warm thoughts.