Rivulets of shadow pool into the rippling snow, tiered and layered like the Arabian desert. I slip my bare feet into tangerine snow shoes and venture out. Just a few feet past the back door before the morning glow is gone.
The docks stretch into a drifting wasteland where there are no markers of where the world ends and begins.
Although I’ve seen the lake a thousand times, it doesn’t stop me from wondering what lies beneath. And how far I could walk before I fell through.