Snowed Out

I guess if you reap the benefits, you shouldn't begrudge the title. I am a snowbird having flown to Texas long before the snows hit in New England. Really I had no choice; the water and electricity were turned off in October and unless you were a small furry rodent, you would have flown away too. Waking up to a mild 70's day here while the drifts are piling up in Maine, I almost have to pinch myself that I don't have to worry about scraping the car windshield and shoveling through the plowed drifts at the end of the driveway. I did that many times and I hated it. Ending a balmy day in Texas with a glass of wine on the back deck, while in Maine the flakes of a new front gently drift down over the softly rounded landscape and onto the bare arms of the forest trees, I sigh remembering that beauty, that silence which calmed my soul. I did that many times and I loved it.

A Dream Realized

Any beautiful day when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, and the blue of the sky beckoning from on high, I think how wonderful it would be to glide through the air above. That glide would have to be quiet without the mechanical sounds of most aircraft droning against the experience. Anytime my conscious desires are prompted to think of something I would most like to do, taking a soarplane ride is the first to come to mind. A recent fall trip to Vermont offered the chance to marry this desire with a unique way to experience the fabulous Vermont foliage thanks to the encouragement of my true love CDJ.