Standing on the edge

Standing on the edge

As the weather has been rather cold, for Charlotte, I went to the park this morning to catch what could possibly be my last glimpse of ice this winter. We never know.

As I stood on the edge of the lake, I heard the ice cracking, popping, loosening its weak grip on the edge. The temperature was a balmy 27, heading for a high 50. Back to normal.

Watching rocks warm
Those were good memories

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