The very best part of winter is the ease with which one can witness a sunrise. Without waking too early one can catch the brilliance of pink shooting across the horizon. I’m a big fan of an easy celebratory vantage, but an explosive dawn right out my east-facing window takes the prize every time. Sure, it’s cold, bone-chillin cold, but that sky is on fire and in that one moment I am fueled to face the day, with all that it might bring.
November can be a rut. A grey and dismal month, (thankfully with one grand meal to share). But you can combat November’s dreariness by making a simple plan. Keep your sanity. Your waistline. Your sense of adventure. With a plan you can stick to. One that feeds you. What am I referring to? Find a pool. Dive in!
Most of the time, okay all of the time, we plot our daily routine with certainty. Same for vacations. Airline tickets are bought in advance, as are hotel stays. We may opt for an odd mid-week dinner out from time to time, but mostly we are bound by schedule and calendar. However, there comes a time in July when the ocean beacons, and as Vermont is land bound, this requires a drive across the Green then White Mountains and through the Maine pines before you see that rocky shoreline. So with the spirit of summer as our guide, we broke all the rules and decided to go on an impromptu weekend excursion.
Nine Cent Girl 