It was still light at 5 o’ clock on Friday evening. And after the recent marathon of storms, and last week’s Groundhog fail, the longer days are a welcome sign of spring.
While a sign on I-95 in Greenwich warned of a 21 mile delay stretching from Exit 8 to 21, a handful of people and their intrepid dogs — some swimming – congregated at Tod’s Point to celebrate the weekend.
Occasionally, it’s possible to have the beach and park practically to one’s self, which is just another perk of living in our awesome town.
At dusk the lucky dogs navigated the thickly-crusted snow to reach the sand.
For every three steps atop the crust, a paw breached the surface, which can hurt a little when running.
Around 5:20p.m. stragglers were treated to a red and pink swirl of a sunset that intensified beyond crusted boulders. As the sun shrunk to a sliver and vanished into the Sound I decided to stop cursing Mother Nature and get down to Tod’s Point more often. Cheers!