After breakfast, we headed out for a walk. Around the corner and to the shore we went, with a brisk and biting wind blowing at us. It was glorious. I was in a short-sleeved shirt and felt slightly chilly, but that's how I like it. I am happiest when it's in the 40s (F), so I'll take as many chilly days and sharp winds as I can get, especially at this time of year!
I realised that we hadn't walked to the pier, in spite of the fact that it's quite nearby, since the first time we came to town to look at our apartment. That was a few days before Christmas, so it's been a few months. I wanted to head in that direction, so into the wind we went.
There are some flowers in planters now--even finding cracks to grow through. The plant growing out of the side is sheltered from the wind blowing off the Atlantic.