I like to think of winter as the year’s shabby chic period, where everything from tree to sky is decorated in muted tones of whitewash.
It’s quite lovely–looking out, from the frame of my windows . . . I dare not make myself at home in the biting air.
But yesterday, betwixt projects and meetings, I found myself ever so close to the park. Seemed a pity not to stop in, say hello, maybe capture a bit of the beauty firsthand. So that’s precisely what I did; at least, I tried.
Did I mention it’s cold? Frigid, to be precise.
I skated in and snapped a few photos (while trying to keep my lens from fogging over); I skated out and back to my car, where I promptly turned on the heater, full blast.
What can I say? Some things are better looking out, from in . . .