It is a rare sight to see my Smithtown Bay frozen. But last night when I went down to see the water it was eerily quiet. The water was frozen as far as my eyes could see in the dark. I had to take my hood, hat and ear muffs off to make sure I could hear the water moving at all. The bay was in lock down. This morning, the water was freed from the ice, except for about 30 feet along the shoreline, where it had been transformed into a beautiful frozen pattern of ice. Little ice berg chunks were floating out in the water. All this means one thing—wow, it’s cold.
These cold snaps can sometimes result in star fish washing up onto the beach and later today I will set out on an exploration to see if I can find any. I only take the dead ones. I throw the others back in.
Later today it’s off to the south shore (Maybe Robert Moses) somewhere around 5 p.m. because I want to try and see the giant orange full moon that is supposed to rise this evening following the sunset. Why didn’t I become an astronomer?