Clear night skies bring dipping temperatures, and results in frozen morning dew. A white dusting clings to all surfaces; windshields, branches, and blades of grass. Stepping from a warm home, that first breath outside is sharp and stings the nostrils.
Hustle to the car. Loaded down with laptop, camera, and kids, it’s the beginning of a work day.
My right-hand reaches for the car door handle. The skin of my fingertips stick momentarily until the heat of my body melts the small droplets of ice.
We sit for a few minutes as the defrost works overtime. In a cacoon of light with no view. Soon we shed the extra layer of crystalization and I shift into gear. Headed down the road. Passing through the low hanging fog that masks the distance, and brings shortsightedness.
The clock is ticking, but I give in to a momentary impulse to pull off the road. To visit the river.
All is calm. The water lazily moves by. Barely making a sound.
The river is contemplative. Reflecting on its surroundings.
Just starting to wake up. To stretch and look around.
The world around is isolated.
But the river is not alone. A small child sits near and reflects upon the world, as well.