On what is perhaps the assiest day of the year so far -- cold, windy, rainy and dark -- I decided to try and remember another cold, windy, rainy day that was perhaps a little more pleasant. I came up with this most amazing memory of the Momes' first walk on the beach at the cottage. It was a cold, windy, rainy day in fall, not unlike today. Only it was perhaps one of the cutest cold, windy, rainy days that I've ever had. The Momes lasted about one minute on the beach that day, but this memory will last forever.