It was such a beautiful day today that I just had to get out of this place – out into a place with trees and water and sky. So, in spite of the CFL big game which I do enjoy watching, I went for a drive to Anglin Lake.
The lake is frozen quite solid. But it was singing to me. Honestly. I’ve never heard the ice sing like that before. A strange haunted noise as if something were trapped in the lake below the frozen surface. I wonder how the sound is produced.
I am glad I went. My spirit needed some fresh air and clear skies.