Honestly I've not seen much snow in Brigantine. It's either melted too soon, or not stuck at all. Being originally from Bucks County, I am very familiar with the cold white stuff.
It's lovely.
On our snowiest day Sunday, January 18, 2009. I had to visit the beach twice, I just couldn't get enough. First when I got home from work in the dark before sunrise, then shortly after. Infatuated with the hightide line in the snow, I was just infatuated with the natural lines created by this beautiful display of nature.
It reminds me of a poem.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I'm in Pennsylvania for a little while, and boy do I miss my little island.
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