The other day icy fingers were forming across the lake's surface. Winter was moving in. It is inevitable, I know, but not welcome in this household. Even Saturday morning when there was little snow left on the ground, just enough water from the day before had frozen on tops of the wooden steps outside to make walking treacherous. One good slip and down I would go for sure - a good bruise or broken bone awaiting at the bottom.
And yet, after just a single day of sunshine the forming ice on the lake is gone. There is open water once again. Of maybe there is something solid - white at least on the far side. I noticed it easily this morning. Over in one of the far inlets where the sun has to work to find access. But here, it is all sparkles with the slightest of ripples. No ducks though. And I haven't heard a loon in weeks. But I will be happy for the open water.
There are a few small patches of last week's snow. It has been that cold. Even the sunshine hasn't been enough to melt the snow on the cold ground. And the squirrels run up and down the trees playing tag with one another. Two jets fly over head in the bluest of skies leaving white trails behind.
I glance one more time at the water before going back to work. It sparkles clear across the surface in the sunlight from shore to shore. And Elizabeth thinks she has white diamonds.
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