Greetings from the iceberg Long Island.
When I got up yesterday morning the snow was at it again. We saw a few more inches fall before lunch hour. By the time afternoon rolled around, the sun muscled its way into the sky and began to melt away some of the morning powder.
Winter days of yore on the DRZ
As I walked the dog around the neighborhood under a winter blue sky, I felt an innate awareness that we’re getting closer to this snow cycle being over. That cheered me up a bit. Soon we’ll start to see the crocuses and daffodils pop up. That is – once this mountain of standing snow we have everywhere melts. It’s like the flippin’ tundra around here.
Some winters, I have been able to cheerfully shrug off the weather and just roll with the punches. I would take my motorcycle out and just bum around even if it was just for a few minutes. I would savor a quick blast around town to stretch my legs and get a rush.
This year? Haven’t even considered it.
Is this it? Am I getting old?