A Word Painting for Winter

Out on the very edge of North Carolina, where it touches the sea, I greeted the new year.

Some wind must have blown there from the islands, it was so gentle and warm.

The colors out at the edge of North Carolina in deep winter tend toward white. There is a huge expanse of sky constantly color shifting, and brilliant oblique sunlight. The ocean, so stirred, sends out foamy fringes, white and lacy, like the shells on the oysters at supper.

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