I just found the instructions for snow removal at my old condo complex. It made me sad because I won’t be there for the winter. I won’t be walking along the shore during the snowfall, collecting jingle shells, listening to the hiss of snowflakes hitting the water and the raucous chatter of wild parakeets. I won’t be looking up in wonder at those marvelous living tree ornaments, wondering how parakeets can survive the Connecticut cold, even if they do huddle together in their giant nests.
I also won’t be shoveling the deck and the stairs and my parking spaces.
Nostalgia over.