(**I meant to post this yesterday, but forgot! So, it's an encore for today.**)
I went down to the Meadows, are you ready for this? All - by - myself. I had this wondrous place to myself also, except for the lone man and his dog a ways away in their ice house. I hiked through the wind blown snow out to the shoveled path around the island. Glinding off I went. Around and around and around. Until a body cringing sound of cracking ice left me slightly shaken. There really was no danger. Only the shifting of the ice plates settling into a new position. Still, I sought safety in a new location.
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Wow, Amanda - sounds euphoria inducing - lovely - GOOD for you! Is the photo taken from the island? And oh that sound of ice cracking sends shivers up my spine... reminds me of walking on a lake in Maine and hearing that big booming noise. Also, the opposite: Tio's crazy hockey coach who had the team out for a pond skating practice in Warwick in the middle of a thaw - all along the shore line it was melted ice. I was VERY anxiously spectating. Nuts he was, that Mr. Ernst.
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