Despite temperatures in the Fahrenheit teens and wind chills the other side of zero, a return of the sun and blue skies sent me to full throttle to Walden today.
Boston has been buried in snow since I was at Walden last. Over 72 inches have fallen in three weeks. That, I am told, is equivalent to cumulative snowfalls for Boston for two seasons… and the coming weekend promises more.
It’s hard to believe that two days ago I was wearing a swimsuit and now I am in thermal underwear, two sweaters (one wool and one fleece) and a winter coat, lined pants, wool socks, snow boots, thinsulate gloves and a knitted beanie….
On Wednesday I traded the blue ocean which rolled under the Sydney Harbor Bridge for two feet of pristine snow over a ninety foot deep ice covered kettle pond….all in less than the twenty-four hours it takes to move from summer into winter… from one end of the globe to the other…
But although so much has changed in the landscape of my life over this past week, one thing arches over all… the brilliant blue sky that connects us to all things.