Cries of the Ice.
Morning Walk November 28th, 2012. Pushed by the north west wind from across the lake, ice that has built up over night starts to collect against the eastern shoreline where it whispers with the sound of broken glass as the waves pulse it back and forth. Further along in the sheltered bays where the ice has formed into larger pieces, it cries as it submits to the wind as it pushes sheet upon sheet. The wind has grown colder today, bitter as it blew across the lake carrying flurries with it. It feels like winter has come, yet today the cold didnt matter, my only thought was to the wonder of the landscape before me.