The Last of the Ice

When Timber Makes One Still

The Last of the Ice

The other day the lake was glass and all was still. The world was rejoicing in the sun’s warm rays and that winter was almost gone. I pulled out my canoe and went for a quiet, serene paddle. No one else was around and it was quiet. In a nearby shallow bay I could hear the geese, swans, and ducks talking about whatever things they like to discuss. The ice had left most bays a few weeks ago allowing for the migrating fowl to find food and rest. However, ice was still covering much of the open lake. I canoed out to the edge of the ice to admire the last remnant of winter. How amazing to slowly glide along a frozen sheet of ice in a canoe! Every time the bow of my canoe nicked the ice, the whole frozen sheet sounded as though it would fracture…

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