Yesterday afternoon I walked along the surf. In the winter I always start out heading into the wind, usually north. I was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, a hat, an outer jacket, and woolen gloves. I pulled the sweatshirt strings tight around my neck. In short order I pulled the hood of my jacket up over my head and fastened the tabs in front of my chin and mouth. I could barely see. Only the sand and incoming tide at my feet were not obscured. The frigid air was biting at my eyes and cheeks. But I trudged on.
Finally I turned around and headed home. "May the wind always be at your back" is a worthy toast. What a difference. I lowered both hoods and even unzipped my jacket. The return walk was much more pleasant.
Today the weather has moderated quite a bit. Temperatures are now in the mid 60s. I suppose I'd be foolish not to take a walk on the beach today.
This month's Ocracoke Newsletter tells about island customs relating to death & dying. You can read the newsletter here.