|'Frozen Slough' digital photo; Kathleen Faulkner|
We took our time and drove the Bayview road.
The sun was shining and the air was cold. We spent too much time in Edison. It always happens. There are people to see and time to spend.
It was late when we left. The cold winter sun was going down fast. As we headed home we noticed the slough, frozen top layer left high and dry when the tide receded. I stood there listening to the groaning and cracking sounds of the ice giving it up to gravity.
Later, good food, good friends, hopeful toasts.
We can make this new year anything we want.