I like frosty mornings...
I was up early this morning and caught the first rays of sunshine peeking over the horizon. A good time to get out for a bit of a drive: I won't wake anyone at home, and I can grab a coffee. I took a spin in the country, and the whole world was frosted: Trees, fences, grass, and bushes. The sun hitting the frost made it sparkle. There was no traffic, and it was cold enough the cops remained in the donut shops, so I could really motor. The roads were totally bare and dry. Rain we had a few days ago washed the salt away. Bugs don't hit the windshield in winter. The Oldies station played delightful tunes from my teens: Berry, Holly, Supremes, Orbison and other pre-Beatle artists. Life can be grand. The Amish horses created their own unique clouds as they ran through their breath, otherwise, the air was so clear I could see for miles. I covered nearly a hundred miles. By ten o'clock, the sun had burned the frost away, leaving only memories.
I can remember driving to work on such mornings and wishing I could just enjoy the scenery instead of burrowing into the cubicle farm. It seemed these days never fell on a weekend.
Cheers, PW. |
