flipping seasons

The temperature was in the 30s when I went to sleep last night and in the mid-50s when I woke up this morning. It felt like early spring, not early winter. Wanting to take advantage of the warmth, I headed to the New Hampshire coast.

It was still gray when I left home but as I headed to the east the sky started clearing. There were still clouds decorating the sky, sometimes white against blue, sometimes against gray. A strong wind blew the entire time I was out; luckily the warmth in the air counterbalanced the chill created by the wind.

Ponds on the inland side of the road were frozen, wearing just a skim of water on top of the ice. That created a somewhat smooth surface for reflections; if the pond hadn't been frozen I suspect that the wind would have pushed the water into waves.