I love walking on the lake.
Slightly surreal and dead quiet. A landscape that only exists during a few cold months a year. It's a strange feeling to walk past the end of your dock.
Walk farther out and a vast flatness surrounds you. Winds swirls on the surface and sunlight glints. New perspectives are forced.
And then, of course, my mind dwells a little too long on what lies beneath and the mechanics of it all.
I scurry back to shore. A paranoid mouse.