Hurrah for that! I got up early this morning, thinking that maybe I could just scurry out for a quick walk and beat the snow event that was targeted to begin at 9:00 a.m.
While still in my pjs, I peered through the peephole and all I could see was a slight smattering of snow on some of the vehicles parked near my house. Well, that was promising. Plus, it was 33 degrees – though I can’t remember all those things I learned way back in grade school some 50 plus (ahem) years ago, I do remember that water freezes at 32 degrees, so I figured I was good to go.
Before I left, I went downstairs to explore the cedar closet for some warm woolens and polar fleece items in my collection of toasty togs from my bus-riding days. In the back of the closet, I discovered an old pair of heavy stirrup pants. I had forgotten all about them; they were a godsend during the many years I took the bus. So, I decided I’d wear them today on my walk. However, wrangling and getting into those stretch pants, was about as difficult as the first time I tried wearing pantyhose back in the day. I was hoping to get out the door fairly quickly and could not seem to get the front seams lined up on those pants! I pulled them this way and that, however, I ended up having seams going west and east instead of in perfect vertical lines down the front of my legs. I soon grew exasperated and just left them “as is”, and, it was about that time I decided all these years later, I could now commiserate when my mom would complain how the seams in her nylon stockings did not line up just so. I remember I’d watch her struggle and just be glad I didn’t have that problem with my leotards. Finally, I was ready to head out, despite the sinking feeling like I should be walking backward in those silly stirrup pants.
The pavement was damp, but there was no ice and I was able to stride confidently in my walking shoes – no need to christen the new hiking/snow boots yet. It was really cloudy and I glanced upward as I walked along. Those low-hanging gray clouds certainly suggested a snow sky and I walked rather quickly to get four miles in so I could return home before the sky opened up and spit out all those promised snowflakes.
Down to the train tracks was the plan and as I passed over the footbridge that separates Lincoln Park and Wyandotte, I looked over to see a large group of mallards congregating near the reeds. I was sorry I hadn’t thought to take along some bread for them in my haste to get while the gettin’ was good. Those ducks just paddled along in the still water, totally oblivious to the impending weather forecast.
After pausing a few minutes, I left the bridge and hurried along. I soon realized I was the only person walking down Emmons Boulevard this morning – even the dog walkers were sleeping in. Perhaps everyone was at the grocery store trying to beat the crowd and the inclement weather as they gathered up their Thanksgiving Day vittles.
I got to the tracks and turned on my heel to head back, and soon I noticed spots of precip on my sleeve. I couldn’t tell if it was liquid or frozen crystals, but I picked up the pace a bit at that point. As I neared my neighborhood, the sky opened up and suddenly flurries galore dotted my clothes. I hustled into the house, glad to have gotten the miles in before the snow intensified.
[Image by photographer Dreamy Pixel at Life of Pix]