The Sound Of Summer

The news of winter and snow drama abounds. So imagine my surprise when I hear “huoh-huoh-huoh” coming from the lake as I walk the dog, bundled in my coat, gloves and scarf-not another soul in sight. The familiar high pitch call coming from seagulls gliding over a coveted post instantly makes me feel warm and smell salty air. The sun feels decadent, I long to let my feet sink into sand.

We are two hours away from the coast, so their presence is unexpected. A funny memory of a seagull tearing apart a neighboring beach bum’s potato chip bag makes me smile. These birds seem to get more brazen each time I venture to the shore.

It won’t be long now. Six months until summer. Unless, of course, I plan an escape!