I used to stare at the ice and make up stories about what was going on underneath.
Whole worlds resided with in the space of a single air bubble...
... or ice crystal for that matter. I loved to listen to the ice too. Little creeks, and cracks, with the soft sound of the running water below. It was magic for me.
This winter has been quite dry, and sadly the snow along this trail in the Sangre de Cristo mountains is the most I've seen so far. But I am glad to see it none the less. Last winter was dry as well, so I'm seriously crossing my fingers the snow fall starts to pick up soon! Around here, snow fall is a big deal. Not just for the ski resorts, but for the run off when it all melts in the spring time. Without it, it might be one crispy spring and summer.
In the mean time though, I'm going to do a little snow dance, use less water, and watch the winter water cycle go by.
*Last time in nature: End of the Year