After a hectic day of last-minute shopping on Christmas Eve, I decided to take a detour home and stop at the beach for a few moments of refuge. My late father always loved the seashore and being there always gives me a sense of his presence. It is therapeutic in so many ways and I am fortunate to live in a town that is a stone’s throw from the water. As I drove down the local road in route I noticed the sky was gray and lifeless though I did not have viewing a sunset in mind on this particular evening. But rounding the corner as I approached the shore, I gazed in disbelief at a setting sun which suddenly appeared to illuminate the clouds in purple, pink and orange hues. I jumped out of my car, ran through the sand as close to the water’s edge as I could stand and snapped this photo. The clouds were a color I have never witnessed before and the beach was deserted sans one man donning a Santa hat, who stood beside me equally mesmerized. Onworldly is a word that comes to mind. There was also something so absolutely invigorating about standing on the beach at that moment in time on Christmas Eve as the frigid wind whipped and the carefree seagulls soared, witnessing this magical sky. I believe my father’s spirit right there with me. Happy New Year to all!
“Winter is here, best time of year, come on along sing a skating song…”
One of my fondest childhood memories was ice-skating on a small rink my best friend’s dad built for us in her backyard. Round and round we would soar feeling the chill of the air on our cheeks. Not an iPhone or computer in sight. This year, to kick off the holiday season, I took my two sons to an ice rink near to us which overlooks the Long Island sound. They enjoyed two hours of skating until they could stand no more. Finally in physical defeat rather than want, they staggered off the ice with tired smiles and wobbly legs proclaiming “That was SO much fun…”