The ice finally came. We woke to a still, serene scene. The waves now silenced until spring, that delicious quiet enveloped me. I love that moment, when the lake first freezes, and all I can hear is the silence and stillness.
The surface near shore is pebbled and rough. Further out, it's all white, but probably from frost and not snow.
But a surprise awaited us around the point. To the northeast, not quite halfway out, a large open lead still remained. The blue stripe lapped and rippled, still open and free. By tomorrow, we expect to see it undercover as well.What a magical time, to see the lake go from its churning and waving, and overnight, it has been silenced.
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