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 right before me. In a few days this ice will likely be gone and spring will have truly arrived in the north. I am thankful to have had an opportunity to explore the last of the ice on such an exquisite day!