That is the best part of a New Year, the feeling of a clean slate. God, I love that phrase. It makes me think of cool, soft chalkboards and a nice untouched piece of chalk. I can remember resting my cheek against that green board as I contemplated the smooth and squared tip of white. Typically, I would leave it blank because it was better that way.
The ice at the reservoir today was similar in texture and promise. There were spots where the snow had been brushed clean by the steps that had gone before us. This exposed underbelly was dark and so smooth that it seemed soft and gentle. With the sun shining, the lake moaned as if a great whale were hiding underneath. The sound of that whale is primal. It reminded me of the first time I heard a real lion roar. The little hairs on the back of the neck stand up and take notice.
There were swaths of lake covered in untouched snow. I am told that when the temperature warms during the day, it will melt the snow. That night, when that melted snow refreezes, the lake will become a shining-smooth, glossy miracle. I plan to get there early to see for myself.
Dan and I examined the craters caused by man.