It’s been a month of some single digit temperature’s – lowest dipping in a century. Snow has blanketed Fishers Island, but really only relatively lightly. The sense of heaviness though, that pull of hibernation when the dull grays of cloud, sand, and sea-smoke hover low; does await some sort of silver lining.
Wait though, a burst of light in a single second announcing daybreak south side off Isabella. Nature has a way of infusing even the slightest passion into drab. Winter’s darkness often leads me into starkness-subtle change in the environment becomes blunt.
As I jot observations of a marked increase clearly evident (to me) since 2012 of Slipper Snail shells on Chocomount and Big Club Beaches – I laugh to myself:
“Could the cause be winter doldrums?” I ask.
And like those light and unpredictable winds, thought and focus changes.
It’s getting late now, and dusk and a full lunar eclipse will try to overshadow.
Coyote’s path along Dock beach reminds me to keep a “one track mind”.
Nature’s wonders, even during the monotony of a winter still persist.
– Field Note by Justine Kibbe January 31, 2018