Yesterday when the rain stopped, the river was mysterious and beautiful.
Ice on the water combined with the still, moist 45º air.
Mist rose from the surface and hung above it
in gauzy wisps and clumps.
There was a crack in the ice that went from shore to shore
in a meandering kind of way.
I would have loved to hear the boom it made when that happened!
This is how it looked up close.
There was water on top of the ice from the rain.
I was loving the reflections it made of the trees on the shore.
"Ice out" won't be too far from now.
The newly-arrived birds told me.