The Sun is still yellow,
Not orange as it used to be at this hour,
So we drive along the banks of the lake
And shield our eyes from the glare.
Can't be upset
At the surprising light that is still with us
After a long day indoors.
The waves lap at the shore,
But warming like a shivering child
In from the snow.
"Soon, pretty beach.
I whisper, thinking how lucky a thing it is
To be so close to these gulls
And broken mussel shells.
I can almost hear them crunch under my feet.
An infinitely more pleasant sound than the snow
That has done the same for months
I can't wait for the shivers that come from the same wind,
But still makes me shake from extremity.
On nice days like this we take the shoreway
Over the potholes and the extra fifteen minutes...
Because it's worth it.