… In a deep and dark December.
I am alone
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
[“I am a Rock” by Paul Simon]
Before starting this post, I looked back at the weather a year ago – we were in the midst of snow, and in the deep freeze with a brutal-feeling Polar Vortex … now THAT is what you call a “deep and dark December.” I was hustling to fulfill the last walking miles goal I had made for myself, struggling to get those steps done, in what was deemed the sixth snowiest December on record. I wrote in a blog post “I am sure I am not alone in concurring with William Shakespeare’s phrase ‘now is the winter of our discontent’ even if the intention for these words is not the same.”
Now, fast forward one year later …
December 2018 is quite the opposite – we have had just one-tenth of an inch of snow this month and will not see any flakes until New Year’s Eve. The weatherman said this morning that Detroit will be warmer than Phoenix, El Paso, or even Las Vegas today, with temps nearing 60 degrees.
I e-mailed the temperature stats to my boss who is flying home today from a week spent in Los Barriles, Mexico where he and his family have enjoyed sun and fun in 70-degree temps. I told him he didn’t even a jacket for re-entry to Michigan.
Since warm temps might be equated with the seashore, the closest to the seashore I can offer you are these photos taken along the boardwalks at Bishop Park and John Dingell Park – if you stroll along the shoreline, and close your eyes while you hear the seagulls screeching, you might believe it was a Mid-Summer day, a little breeze off the water, a boat or two bobbing in the waves. But, once your eyelids flutter open again, you’ll see the bare trees and the drab Phragmites waving in the breeze in the background.
These photos are from Bishop Park and Dingell Park on a sunny Sunday, December 9th.
Bishop Park in Wyandotte, Michigan:
John Dingell Park in Ecorse, Michigan: