It was a lovely morning. Not too cold, and everything just seemed to work out the way it was meant to.
Despite the cold snap of the past week (was it an official “snap” or just bloody cold?) today was shaping up to be a fairly moderate one.
It seemed like just the right kind of day for a walk. There are a few small parks and nature reserves in North Attleboro, any of which would have been a perfect place to work off the weekend’s excesses.
Now, it’s snowing.
A beautiful morning, blotted out by clouds and a steady fall of solid precipitation. Not that there’s any problem with snow; far from it. Snow is beautiful. It gives the bare winter trees personality. The crunch of it under one’s feet is so distinct when off in the woods.
What isn’t beautiful is sitting through the rest of one’s work day with melted snow dripping down your neck. What isn’t fun is the way your pant cuffs never seem to completely dry out.
Were this still the weekend, no big whupp, just change clothes when you get home. The post-lunch walk is ruined for today though.
C’est la vie, n’est pas?
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