Ice is a daily reality at this time of year. As if we didn’t have enough outside to stare at, we stare at the ice in the hockey arena which is cherished and renewed with each game. When we were kids we shoveled the snow off the ice on a pond and about the time we were ready to play hockey it seemed to snow again.
At this time of year we also tend to stare down holes in the ice. We watch our sonar devices to see what is going on down there. Sometimes we bring dinner up that hole in the ice. Mornings and evenings we stare at the icy skies as the sun rises and sets. The ice clouds create “sundogs” which we stare at in awe. The icy roads keep us staring ahead as we white-knuckle our way through winter.
Gene R. Stark
A teacher, farmer, trapper, and greenhouse grower. He writes about the outdoors and the people and culture of rural America..