Tuesday morning, January 7th, started out with temperatures at 3 degree Fahrenheit. Schools were cancelled and nothing compelled me to get up. I turned over and snuggled in. By the time the afternoon rolled around, temperatures had risen to a balmy 25 degrees Fahrenheit. I felt it was time for a walk.
I love to go on walkabouts along water. Luckily, there are several places on the edge of town that are easy to access. If I get off the path and walk on the edge pf the water, I can usually also pretend that I am out in the wilderness.
Whistling wings rustled..
Skimming frigid waters, they reached
An edge I could not.
I did not expect to come across any wildlife. While crunching through the leaves along the edge of this small river, I accidentally rustled up a bunch of ducks. As I moseyed along the river, I kept disturbing them just as they would settle back in. Finally, they smartened up and flew to the other side.
I have a few more photos which I may add here, some perhaps with haiku.
Oh, speaking of haiku..!!!
I almost forgot to mention our next, most excellent host for this next Haiku Monday:
Doom! The theme is 'edge'. Go check it out!
I wonder what 3 degrees feels like to a duck?
Updated.. January 11, 2014
Last night as I readied for bed, I opened the windows. It was raining. Compared to the previous nights, it was remarkably mild. Temperatures were over freezing. I snuggled into bed and fell asleep to the sound of rain. This morning I woke to the same sound. Often times, a good night's sleep is elusive. Last night, I slept well.
A morning haiku ..
drifting on the edge..
a cold rain gently patters,
chases dreams.. I wake.