The weekend before Christmas and all through the malls, everyone was stirring in a world of bright lights and noise. Conversely, the Creator painted a different picture.
With snow lightly falling in a backdrop of leaden skies, the seashore beckoned.
|My only companion, a sole sea gull, braved|
the cold New England winds.
|Snow covered sand creeps up to the water's edge.|
|One continuous wave slides into shore.|
|"Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on," are the words to a|
popular Christmas song. This Sakonnet inlet would do fine.
|A red and green barn is surrounded by snowy fields.|