We’ve been having peevish weather this last week of January. Temperatures reached nearly 60°F (15°C) and it was rainy, creating muggy conditions and a lot of fog as leftover snow melted more quickly than it is used to doing. I know how that feels. I feel quite foggy myself when I’m asked to wake up my molecules faster than I’d prefer.
Previously,we’d had a solid week of bright, cold sunshine. It was the kind of cold that made your eyes water and your ears light up in lovely reds and pinks. Many people complained bitterly, but I wouldn’t let the naysayers ruin my winter mood. I adored the cold, even if it did bite me and make me cry.
Winter days just don’t have the right crispness if accompanied by the inappropriate temperature. Spring in January? Unacceptable.
Luckily, the mercury is on its way back down. Perhaps now I’ll get more days like this by the river:
Smoke and shrink-wrapped boats. Pretty common around here during January.
No river town is complete without the train tracks.