This is the last day of the Slice of Life Challenge offered by The Two Writing Teachers. It is always great to be part of such a supportive writing community. Until next year...
Sometimes you just have to put up with it. Maine weather is particularly unpredictable. Period. Arriving home late from school meant that I walked in the dark. It was basically a lesson in chance when it came to dressing according to the temperature and weather. Regardless of the fact that in less than three hours the calendar will transition to April, I pulled the wool cap on my head, the soft cable knit cowl brushed against my chin as I donned my long down jacket. Clutching in each hand my Thinsulate gloves meant that they would be handy just in case. Walking unzipped, the wind whipped my jacket this way and that with the lower part wrapping around my body. At times I turned away from the force and turned back closing my eyes while I marched ahead. My face was pelted by dust and dirt that accumulated on the sidewalks. The wind came out from all directions like a child seeking
attention suddenly jumping out from a series of hiding places; unexpected, but yet expected at the same time.
Had I known it was a balmy 52 degrees, it is likely I would not have over-dressed. But then again you never know what weather you may encounter during an hour-long walk in Maine. It is best to be prepared.