Walking. Who but an imbecile?

5:00 a.m.  Glance at weather app. 10° F, feels like Hell frozen over. Wind gusts up to 30 mph.  Every ligament and nerve ending in the body is screaming, No! Stay under the covers.

But Duty calls. That magnetic pull. To what, for what, God only knows. But it pulls.

I’m sitting in the car at Cove Island Park, and, yes, the heater blows on my feet.

I twist in my ear buds and cue up Patricia Highsmith’s 1000 page diary on Audible. I’m 800 pages in and she grumbles: “Who but an imbecile would have chosen such a hard way?

I step out.  A wind gust greets my start. Both eye balls gush water in defense. And they keep draining. Must be another one of these old age blessings, sh*t leaking oil from all orifices.

Bela called it. “It can be below zero, and I can go out in crocs if it’s dry…But if there’s moisture in the air, you can never warm up below 30F.” Yep, Bela. Here we stand.  Frigid wind (Chinook the Albertan’s call it, except wet) blowing off Long Island Sound, and it’s ripping right through my North Face gear. I’m coated with 3 layers from head to toe, except for the face which is exposed. Face-lift, no charge, God-Styling.

I walk.

I take the loop with the wind at my back. (I’m not a total imbecile.)

After ~627 mostly consecutive days on these twilight walks at Cove Island Park, I’ve sort of got it figured out.

The eyes lock on which area of the park has the best light. The brain looks for the best angle for cloud cover. And the feet try to keep the body and gear upright.  Ideal conditions include:

  • No rain
  • 25%-75% cloud cover
  • Low tide
  • Moonlight overhead
  • No humans

And today’s conditions, PRISTINE.

I walk out onto low tide, my heavy boots crack through the ice crystals. The wind is now a steady 10 mph.

And I stop.

And for a moment, maybe two, with the Moonlight coating all things Earth, there was Quiet. A stillness. A suspension of the Mind and its Machinations.

And I must try to remember, by way of giving myself courage, that out of these terrible dark valleys and abysses sometimes come things of great beauty.” (PH)

Yes they do Patricia. Yes, they do.

Note: DK @ Daybreak. 6:27 am, January 22, 2022. 10° F (-12° C), feels like -3° F (-19° C). Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More of this morning photos here.


  1. Beautiful. All of it.
    I am looking outside my window. The sky is an icy blue, the sun is shining. I am not fooled. Mind you, there is no wind. I just might risk it…

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  2. Beautiful David! Loved, Laughed, and Lived it. I want to quote Robert Frost’s poem here:

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

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  3. My wife walked this morning at zero degrees Fahrenheit! It takes willpower.

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  4. Your wonderful photo brought to mind “The Moody Blues.” I wonder how they chose their name. “Beauty I’d always missed With these eyes before”

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  5. Very brave of you to venture out today.

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  6. Absolutely stunning picture. Thank you for sharing.

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  7. a quick glimpse of great beauty is what keeps us going

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  8. I thought you’d have heated seats…great share today, gorgeous photo.

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  9. A pristine morning, North Face wrapped around, the Muse on your shoulder, it’s all good, pal, and we are the benefactors….❤️

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  10. Mother Nature offered up the beauty, and you had the talent and wherewithal to capture it…

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  11. not bad for an imbecile! 🙂

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  12. Dave, as I still haven‘t the foggiest how cold/hot your Fahrenheits are, don’t expect any commiserations from me 🙂
    But this picture is priceless and so is the quote. You are really more than kneedeep into our misogynistic wonder writer! And I think I probably could listen to her too; but I so prefer the quiet stillness which is so rare and lets me find my own thoughts, the daily humdrum does everything to cut into those peaceful moments. We NEED quiet and stillness-it heals our broken hearts, fixes the burns…. but maybe that‘s not something you need?.

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  13. Great post David!
    It is so easy to get chilled during a Chinook even if you wear layers!
    You were definitely smart to walk with the wind!

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  14. Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
    I don’t think I could do this … matter of fact, I know I can’t!! … “5:00 a.m. Glance at weather app. 10° F, feels like Hell frozen over. Wind gusts up to 30 mph. Every ligament and nerve ending in the body is screaming, No! Stay under the covers.”

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  15. Yes, it’s often the most adverse weather conditions that grant the greatest insights and even blessings! Or maybe those blessings are always there, but we lose sight of them in the face of all the things that we don’t like, i.e. too many people, etc. I get it. And damp+cold is just fucking awful. My eyes would be flooded too. Nature’s way of keeping them alive in our heads! 😂😎👀

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