Drawn to the porch by the cloudless sky, I found the bright ball of the sun already low o’er the top of Point Mountain. That last glow urged the thermometer to an unbelievable sixty-five degrees on this fifteenth of December.
I sat for those last few minutes, the last full rays of that sunshine warming my chest, and nary a cough escaped my lips.
There is still crusty snow on the shady side of my little clapboard house, but oh the pleasures of those brief moments of porch sitting!
Bright Waters Catskill 