Wind high and cold, the sun low, short its course
Deep red the bracken; its shape is lost;
The wild goose has raised its accustomed cry,
Cold has seized the birds' wings;
Season of ice, this is my news."
- Irish poem, 9th Century
I have one word for the weather here at the beach...Brrrr!
"...And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December."
- Christina Giorgina Rossetti, The Months
gone to the beach...