Winter implies frostbite ... of my finger on the shutter, for one thing. And I froze all ten fingers to the point of pain yesterday, as it was so glorious blue-water-wise that I couldn't stop pointing and shooting, despite crisp (that's an understatement) conditions. Frostbiting of the nautical variety, i.e. frostbite sailing, is another Sunday reality in Newport. I may be nuts, deriving inspiration from seagulls and the like, but I'm not that nuts. It's cold out here/there. But the coolest thing about yesterday, as I stood with freezing feet and freezinger fingers on the deserted point of Fort Adams — just across the way but a world away and looking back toward town, Harbor Court and Ida Lewis Yacht Club — was realizing that after Sunday comes Monday. For whatever reason, I'm pumped for the week ahead. There's no time to spare, as I'm kicking it off (really, I'm headed out the door) with a first-thing-Monday-morning appointment followed by a much-anticipated cup of coffee with a much-missed friend — wahoo!! And that's just the beginning. No time to rest. No ducking out. Take your mark, get set, go ...
