The Winter

Dan McCarthy The WInter
Another Dan McCarthy piece, ‘The Winter’

Trudging through heavy snow on a blue-wet winter evening; there’s a waltz in my ears and I can’t remember what summer tastes like. The wind stings but it’s not as bad as it sounded from indoors, where the gusts skirted the aluminum sashes and made veiled threats. There’s something satisfying about being out in real winter weather, when the sidewalks are almost empty and there’s a kind of unspoken camaraderie with those few you encounter; some inkling of adventure or fearlessness, despite you’re only running a few errands in the neighborhood and not, for example, hiking through woods or skiing a mountain.

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