What is this universal fascination with water? We humans seem to have an affinity towards it. We are drawn to it—even the solidified version—like during my walk through the neighborhood park. It is 6 degrees out. One inch of fresh snow bursting with brightness as the morning sunlight ricochets off and hurts my eyes. A few have come before me. A single bicycle track makes a detour off the plowed path in a far off loop to the fence and back again with companion dog prints running alongside it.
And then there is the hockey rink. It must have been newly flooded earlier this morning. As I stand outside at the wooden wall surrounding it, my feet sink into the white fluff of new snow, a puddle of silver mush forming under my footsteps. It is cracking, the random sounds moving about the large rink as during the solidification process. Whiffs of steam here and there hover above the icy surface. I love it. My imagination takes me to the shore of a frozen North woods lake somewhere in the wilderness.
5 days ago
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