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.”

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