Friday, March 03, 2006
This is the dream time, the awkward space between winters icy grip and summers warm promise. Everything stands in suspended animation, not quite here nor there.
The hoards of energetic kids playing hockey on the open expanses of ice are gone. Gone too are the ice fisherman, sitting on buckets in poses of zen-like patience, waiting for the slightest nibble. The picnic tables stand empty, months away from groaning under baskets of fried chicken and potato salad.
The small boats wait....suspended, everything suspended, waiting to be set in motion.