It snowed again today--what the local weatherman informed me was the "sixth winter weather event" this February. Bah. Although it was snowing and blowing like the dickens, I decided I needed to get outdoors.
Where better to go for a walk than the beach?
I bundled up like I'd be waiting on a Chicago el platform, slipped my camera into a Ziploc bag, and headed down to the beach.
The first half of the walk was far better than the second because the wind was at my back. I chose not to consider what it would be like to walk straight into the wind on my return. (It wasn't very nice.)
I was crusted with wet snow and the wind was biting, but the waves still lap against the shore in winter. That sound alone was worth the hassle.
The lapping waves, limited visibility, and complete solitude made it seem otherworldly. I may smell like a wet dog and my cheeks are rosy from the wind and cold, but it was worth it.
Only 32 days until I vacation to a beach where the only white I will see is sand.