It's New Year's Eve afternoon, and...

we are enjoying a cloudless day with soaking-the-skin warm temperatures. The Atlantic is our front yard just a short walk across the buffer of a shell-strewn beach. Sunlight pours from its low winter angle and shimmers wide as a primal river from the horizon to the gentle froth of surf. Interesting that the weather forcast for home when we get there Wednesday warns of several inches of snow and a high of 16 degrees!

I'll continue the series I left off last week once I am warm by the woodstove. ;^)