A New England Lament

I know the line about the weather in New England—"Wait a minute and it will change." Two days ago I took off layers, exchanged my wool socks for a lighter material, hung up my heavy jacket, hung my camera around my neck and took photos of the ice on the Charles River. Instead of one thick sheet, a pattern of ice shapes covered much of the water.

I watched two geese dancing on separate ice floes. I took a photo of a sign—End Gender.

Early today a sheet of ice—on the roads, in my car door locks. Today I added layers, put on my wool socks, hung up my lighter jacket, took out my heavier jacket, and heavy gloves.

I didn't take any photos, but did notice that when everyone adds layers, wool hats, and boots— End Gender is applicable.