A Frozen Lake

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.