New Year’s Eve Day, 2011, visited Poet’s Tower in Greenfield. Icier than we thought. Walked almost to the top, anyway. Others took the walk, refuting the weather. “Too bad you cannot see very much. This is a much more beautiful spot than it looks today” said a jogger undeterred by the frost and gloom.
Not a great day to sit in the woods and write poetry.
Had a tough time seeing the town.
Sharon felt the cold.
And ice made the the metal steps treacherous. But I wouldn’t say it wasn’t beautiful or that I couldn’t see anything memorable.