The Beach in December

Ever since college, my favorite part of winter is when I visit my grandparents in New Hampshire. Usually this happens around Christmas, and my parents and brother and various aunts and uncles visit too.

But my favorite favorite part of winter is when we all go to the beach.

The beach in December is beautiful. Snow on the sand, and ice amongst the rocks. The water is bluer than the Hope Diamond, and the wet sheen as the tide rolls out is like glass.

New Englanders obviously have an affinity for doing summery things in the winter (see our fondness for ice cream all year round) because it's never lonely walking on the shore a few days after Christmas. Especially on an afternoon like the one on which I took this pictures.

I just wanted to share this feeling with the world.