Sep 07, 2004
Aug 25, 2010
"I wandered through the old buildings I had once explored on a certain mid-night around Halloween. This time it was dusk. Walking to the water's edge I saw a stone beach and trees with branches like black veins chaotically reaching into the world around them. The lake was frozen placid and we skipped rocks onto the ice. The limestone pieces landed in a hallow thud, impacting a centripetal white memory of splintered ice, and then skidded out into the open area beyond. It was incredible how far they would slide. Sometime they slid and slid until out of sight but we could hear the skate of aquarian resonance for far longer. There is no other surface like this. I wish our sense did not depend so much on vision. However, the sunset was sure a sight to see. Colours changine pink to purple, yellow, and blue, accross the sky and reflecting as muted Monet on the icey lake. I suppse when the water was freezing each wave broke a new layer because along the shore were shards of ice, like plates, thousands of flat pieces, very thin and crispy. We thew some into the clear frozen water surface and a millions pieces shattered along the lake, streching farther than I would believe had I not seen it. We smashed tens of layer with our boots, creating a most satisfying sound, better than chewing crunchy chips if you asked me! I ate some too. Iceicles hung from tree veins like fingers dragging accross the body of Lake Ontario. It was a sublime world I can't hardly describe justly, a moment to remember and only found in this strange landscape, part of my home."