Walk through the snow to the water at 3:30pm in Conway, Massachusetts on 22nd December 2020 – by Sara Brooke Curtis and Eligh Moon Frizzell

“A windy tromp to an icy brook through the snowy woods behind my house. The snow was deep enough that it felt like I was walking through sand dunes. When I arrived at the brook, I threw little snowballs into the water and watched them disappear under sheets of ice. They¬†cast bubble shaped shadows as they moved like oil stains under the ice and whooshed out the other side. I felt strangely renewed watching the snow morph and flow.”