The morning's clear skies gave way to glowering steel as a storm crept up the coast. I went with Maggie Jones and some birders out to Avery Point to watch the loons and mergansers. Brants, compact and elegant, were dabbling for eelgrass. The stormish light made the cinnamon plumage of the widgeons gleam strangely.
I'd left the boys at the Nature Center with Monica and their friends Jacob and Filip had joined them.
After the birdwatching I trailed behind them as they made their way back to their house, where Sarka would make us cocoa and tea and we'd all wait for Monica to finish up her shift.
I don't think they ever stopped chattering away at one another.
At the meadow, the four of them linked arms. To the tune of the Oz song they chanted, "Follow the white flake road!" and skipped through the snow, laughing at their own cleverness.