What a winter-y joy! To welcome February with a long hike on the beach!
Brisk, okay I admit it, brisk.
wind! Which is, I suppose, the reason that the famously ambiguous wind-chill factor was invented.
The winter beach is amazingly beautiful and peaceful, just me, a handful of joggers, and a few dog owners with intrepid breeds like spaniels or Portuguese water dogs who will brave the coldest seas. In January and February even the Labs and Goldens prefer to stay at home, cozy and warm, dreaming of Frisbee summer days.
The beach is devoid of birds right now and the beachcombing pickings are slim. The glass shards that wash in on the tide don't speak of Victorian summer picnics or Roaring Twenties bootleggers, or 50's bonfires with Coca-Colas in sea green bottles. In fact the sea glass does not even harken back to last summer, more like "last week", all shiny and sharp. But a few finds do turn up, and a few shells, and a rare sand dollar in remembrance of a friend lost last year at this time.
I pick up my needle and thread and begin.....