Here is the ice rink within which we are moored. We start another new year frozen in and it is beautiful to see. Today the white frost on the trees glistens against the clear blue sky. Many of you are seeing the same things, we are sure.
Our difference is two fold. One, the level which we stand to see this. Instead of above it, we are very close indeed, with our feet literally below the water line. Blessedly, the feet are toasty in the boat! The other difference is the sound of the creak and groan of melting ice against the steel hull. And we know that when there are huge groans and it sounds as if we might be breaking apart ourselves (and Josie tries to hide somewhere), that a boater is trying to behave as ice breaker out on the cut. We hear such a rumble while writing this, and out the windows see a boat struggling against the ice, having come to a complete stop against the depth. Why are they out? Who knows.
