The weather has turned cold in New England.
Frost on windshields.
Leafless trees.
Demands that Charlie put on real shoes and socks before heading outdoors, damn it!
On mornings like this one, when I’ll be forced to don a hoodie before heading outside and won’t be able to play golf until well after has risen, I like to scroll through my photos, back to a time when things were a little warmer and a little easier.
I stumbled upon these from last summer.
My beautiful wife, sitting on our friend’s deck on the edge of Puget Sound, playing her ukulele and singing.
I like the change of seasons a lot. I couldn’t imagine watching the Patriots play in balmy temperatures or celebrating Christmas with palm trees. I’d hate to lose the joy of a snow day or the excitement of sledding down a hill alongside my kids. I love watching the leaves change colors and that first real day of spring when you toss your coat aside drive with the windows down.
I love it all.
But it’s also good to have something to aim for in the future. When you’re scraping a windshield or shoveling snow or layering up for a long, cold day in Gillette Stadium, it’s good to remember that there is something different on the horizon.
A return to something glorious and lovely.
This is what I will be aiming for this winter when things get especially cold and hard. A return to a day like this.
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