Ice

I admit it. I have a thing about ice. Especially ice that covers lakes. It gives me a thrill that is akin to sexual excitement. I love the feel of the stiff water under my feet as I walk across it--and I enjoy the fact that it gets thick enough for me to drive my truck on in the middle part of winter.

I know. I'm not quite normal. I go out into the middle of lakes on the flexible sheet just so I can punch holes through the skin of the lake and try to find the fish that are beneath the surface. It's a joy that people who grew up south of the ice line just don't understand.

I don't understand surfing. Heh. We're even.

Ice is forming on the lakes, iridescent blue of captured moonlight, and soon, it'll be thick enough for me to go out and bore my holes and wet my lines.

Lordy, I can't wait.