Every once in a while I need to break hibernation-mode and drag my unwilling body outside into the elements.
So it was that I found myself down on Woodbine Beach on a cold, windy Sunday morning.
There’s a reason why it’s called the “winter blues”. The dull grey skies create a blue-grey hue to the world. Although the days are getting noticeably longer, sunshine feels like a rare and precious commodity – especially on a day like this when we are expecting more snow.
Down by the water there was a -18C (0F) windchill and to my surprise, there was a paddle-boarder riding the waves.
I watched incredibly from the top of a 6-foot bank of snow and ice at the edge of the water. He couldn’t be seen from the shore and no one would know if he disappeared under the waves.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t check the battery strength on my camera before I left and in short order, my camera died in the cold. I had to resort to my phone for photos, which meant taking off my gloves.
Invigorated by the cold and stimulated by a brisk stroll along the boardwalk, I went home and promptly spent the rest of the day watching Netflix.
I had earned the right.