A taste of ocean weather


It feels like a day to drive to the beach- the sun is high and bright, temperatures rising, and the remnants of winter’s blanket disappearing into the ground along the railroad tracks.

I am dreaming of ocean beaches, rather than mountains, as I drive past the browning grandeur of three ranges overlooking the narrow valley- sand, warmed in the summer sun…wave-driven waters- a chilling cool refreshing and invigorating, and a scene played out before me like an artist’s easel.

Yet it remains winter. And in my shell of a house, the winter-panes evoke images of blowing winter and blustery icy fingers scratching those glass-plates. And I remember, this fleeting moment, this oasis of summer-like sun, will fade with another sunset, and who knows what tomorrow will bring? For winter is as unpredictable as a dementia patient, and no matter how much we feed our dreams with visions of warmth, a winter’s tail will not wag until it’s time, when it wanders off into the sunrise of a warmer day.

About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur, living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley; store-made soda bread has the consistency of a sea sponge; and Kerrygold butter has finally found a permanent place on the grocery shelves everywhere. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from thelostkerryman.wordpress.com, talesinastrangerstrangerland@wordpress.com, everydayasadisciple@wordpress.com, and mrandmrsboring.wordpress.com are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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