the consequence of snow on sand

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[Kill Devil Hills, NC]

The joys of living on an island are somewhat more subtle during the winter months.  It has been some time since I last spent more than a handful of winter days on the Outer Banks. 

I’d like to think of this time of rest as a necessary prelude to a season of wandering about in Latin America... a sweet postlude to a busy stretch-- academia, ocean rescue, repeat. 

This morning, I awoke slowly but soon busied myself with work on a free-lance project.   I felt the most joy watching a heron skim the surface of the sound... sipping french press... toes warm in a pair of those synthetic fuzzy socks only worn at Christmastime.