Friday Happiness

Twenty three degrees out, so right now, happiness is all about tea, toast and scarves. Barely any snow left; all cold, no fun. In our town, we all wait for the reservoir to freeze, so we can skate. But that rarely happens any more. Rarely.

When I grew up (here), I remember skating, every year. For what seemed like weeks. But who knows what really happened, looking back from this age to that age? How do I know? Maybe it was just a few days then, too.

What I do know is that when I was young, we could skate all the way out to the small "island" at the far end of the skating lake. We'd sit on it's edge, on the dirt mound that made up this island, freezing and flirting until the Rec Department guys (and how old were they, even? Nineteen?) would shoo us off and back towards the skating shack.

My kids hardly believe me when I tell them about skating out to the island. Maybe this year, it will freeze, and they'll get their chance.

Happiness today, all about keeping warm. Thanks for reading.
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