You can never quite predict just how the currents and winds that push and blow across, and deep beneath the Lake, will shape and form its frozen appearance. Over the past week, with each new day it changes. Almost like a turning kaleidoscope, each display differing from the previous. Sometimes even reforming itself dramatically over the course of a few hours. At one time the ice stacked up tight to shore in great formidable ridges and mounds, or, like this morning, spread itself white and wide, as far as the eye can see.
At this time of year with almost continuous sub zero temperatures, one cold week marching in after another, more and more ice is gradually accumulating. Both in great bergs tumbled up on shore and the slushy mass, that cannot help but remind me of the crushed ice in a soda glass.
In not too many months the summer will return and melt and thaw all the cold memories of this beach which is locally called Rotary beach. On hot summer days the beach, which looks now that it composed more of pebbles than of sand will be quite a different place. One which will draw people to itself for leisure and to spend long slow hours. Kids and older folk worshiping the sun or cooling off in waters, that when you enter, will not make you shiver at all. Not even a little.
This morning I seemed to be its only visitor. A solitary figure, except for 2 silent crows that flickered from tree to tree in the sparse woods behind me. Who, despite the appearance of very little food or warmth seemed to be content nonetheless.
In some few months from now I will return here. Dip toe and hopefully find contentment and relief from the weight of a heavy hot August day. And perhaps remember the quiet loneliness of the beach on a January morning, as dawn was fast approaching.