A day came last year enough warmer that, hallelujah, the snow began to retreat. Hooray! I grabbed my dog and headed out. We walked along the shore of Lake Michigan in the northern reaches of Illinois Beach State Park. At your back is the lake. Menacing ice floes are floating about, so we’ve turned our back on all that and are drinking in the hope of melting snow. The air is heavy with moisture, and the ground is slushy and icy by turns. Are your feet growing cold? Mine did. Westies, of course, are made of stern Scottish stuff and Pete urged me on and on that day. Cold feet aside, it was very good to be able to get out and walk. It was a bad winter, and many people fell on the ice. Including me. Twice. So I was very, very glad to see this thaw. It gave me hope.
May we have lots of hope in the coming year, and an end to hatred and intolerance.
Warm feet would be nice, too.