While our neighbours to the south along the eastern seaboard of the United States were pounded by a blizzard last weekend, we had two glorious winter days. We bundled up and headed down to the boardwalk by the bay.
With the windchill, it felt like -11 degrees Celsius, so bundling up was essential.
The bay is frozen and snow covered now;
the sun with the blue sky made for a brilliant day.
Summerside, at sea level, is near indistinguishable from the sea as ice and snow blend together now.
The boardwalk, the human-made contribution to the scene, is bare and safe under foot.
There were not many people out that Saturday morning, not too many willing to brave the cold. But the place and the circumstance were beautiful;
a short walk and we were ready to head home, make some soup and sit by the fire.
A book of short stories awaited