"We can see Lake Superior
breathing, too.
Far from the frozen shore,
out where the wind and waves
have kept the water open,
sea smoke rises,
hovers above the surface,
tumbling and turning -
a fortress of fog."
My friend Patti, who spent childhood summers on Lake Superior, will love this homage to the beauty of the lake in winter. Light and shadow, created digitally, fill the landscapes that provide admirable backdrops for the poetic words used to describe a skating adventure for a young pair of siblings.
From their cottage home, one early winter morning, the two can hear the song that Lake Superior sings. Eating breakfast in front of the fire, they hear its crackling, along with the sea song and the howl of the wind. Not a wolf; it's the north wind they tell themselves. Once dressed for the cold with their skates in hand, they peer across the lake at the mist rising above the open waters.
They trudge down a forest path toward the shore where they notice the tracks of animals that have passed this way. Then, it's time to don skates and head out onto the ice.
"We slide onto the
surface of Superior,
our skates scoring patterns,
hissing and swishing
as we stroke and glide."
What a magical place; what a magical time!
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