I like to commemorate special days, and the first day of
summer – today, by the calendar – is a special day.
I’ve lived in Rhode Island for almost thirty-five years, but
I – a child of the cool foggy Pacific Northwest – still haven’t accustomed
myself to the steamy uncomfortable summers here. I suffer (mostly in silence)
for about two months, from late June to late August, while we fluctuate between
hot / warm / humid / stormy / insufferable.
So here are some photos from last winter’s snow.
I hope you find them refreshing.
See you next January, when the world is cool and quiet
again.
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