Waiting for Swimmers
(Yes, that's ice on the rock pile)
Sadly, cross country ski season is over. It's the waiting season. Waiting for ice to melt. Waiting for daffodils, waiting for the geese to start their egg laying on the island in the pond in Estabrook Park, waiting for the beer garden to open, waiting for those lazy hazy crazy days of soda and pretzels and beer. Most of all waiting for the lake to warm up. In the meantime swimming in the pool (better than nothing I guess) and day dreaming about gliding over the sun dappled bottom of rocks and sand.
