Like armies taking to the fields in battle, the ice marched steadily onward. Starting at the edges and meeting in the middle, its frozen grip grew briskly downward crystallizing all movement and solidifying that which was fluid mere hours ago.
Once again I stand in awe of nature and the uncanny way it has of taking over. It gains control of everything without ever having checked with us.
So too, life goes on without regard for our plans, our ideas, our dreams, our schemes. Time advances on us, like a freeze to unsuspecting open water, and we have no choice but to withdraw… to surrender… to survive… and to wait.
We wait—with overwhelming anticipation—for the sweet, sweet mercy of the thaw.