Cross country skiing yesterday morning, in a snow storm. A new park, low visibility, so direction changes on whims and guesses.
And suddenly there was the shore, losing it’s edge…the lake freezing, ground covered, air dense with snow… all different but the same … all conflated to soft white undifferentiated cells.
My eye moves from the snowed-in shore, out over the water, through no horizon, to where solid water drifts in water vapour… a vapourous link to other waters; lakes remembered, oceans missed, ocean mists…