The rare clement January day in New England calls out for one to walk.
Tomorrow will not be so nice, it could rain, or snow, or blow.
We must not procrastinate, we must not postpone.
We go now to Cedar Tree Neck, on our Island’s northern shore.
From the parking area, we enter the woods under an arch of oak branch. Along the path, in low spots, we cross a few small brooks, then emerge at bluffs on the edge of the shore. Vineyard Sound extends to our north and northwest.
Over all is sky of blue.
Along the North Shore, wind trains anything that grows.
We take the path to the shore. Today the tide is especially low.
We have left hilliness behind. Looking out from the beach, almost every line is horizontal.
We loiter awhile.
But the wind, northwest, refrigerant, is too cool.
We go back, uphill, inland, to be warmer.
To visit with trees.