Thursday, December 20, 2012
Dip a paddle in liquid water and pull the boat forward. Time is short. Liquid will turn to ice like green leaves have turned to brown.
Today the change. Winter is upon us. Last night it snowed. The day was cold and the night will be colder. I paddled in the lake at sunset. I don't remember ever having experienced this: The inevitable drops of water that splashed onto the deck were freezing to ice. Ice thickened on the shaft of the paddle with each stroke. A narrow channel of the lake had frozen over with a thin crust that I plowed into and broke, opening the way. But soon it will be all frozen and there will be no place for boats.