Keep in mind though, that if you skip it due to overcast skies, you’ll miss the pinprick beacon as the steadfast lighthouse blinks over the shoulder of an ice-covered lobster boat.
You will fail to record the wall of snow-brushed granite stooping--a heaving monster bearing down on an vacant boat chandlery.
The Christmas tree on the common, still lit at will flicker unnoticed, as will the way the moss-covered stones in the cemetery overlooking the water appear to have marched in from the sea.
Yellowing rock walls guarding the slushy landscape of the inner harbor will stand alone and fifty yards down an empty road, the high-tide-flooded marshes, bled of all color will ripple unseen.
By all means, sleep in. Just recognize that when you do, these images will merge into moments passed—the blended splendor of one frozen morning, never captured—or shared.
Happy Friday all. How is winter taking shape in your part of the world?