For the first time in my life, walking on freezing rain-ed walkways gave me pause.
And while we were on either side of the car, scraping off the frozen ice on the windshield,
I thought of my brother-in-law moving from Chesterfield ( brrrrr) to Florida,
wondering for a second if, like wanting to revisit places of one's past,
or a dawning interest in sitting quietly outside with binoculars to identify neighborhood birds,
if getting sick of wintry things , and wanting to move 'south', is somehow developmental.
In the meantime, at 62, I figure with the newborn caution re walking on frozen surfaces,
that I'm either just older, or possibly older and therefore wiser.
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