hmmm...

the beauty of the river, it changes

with the cold of winter

the brighter blue of summer gives way to a steely, more greyed version

the ice begins at the islands, creeping, , spreading through the quieter channels 

a land of white, blue, beige and black-green

layers of ice and water

winter stratas

pebbled ice formed during an ice-storm borders smooth ice, formed afterward

the wind died, the cold deepened

translucent blue next to snow-bound shores

nature frames the views

and screens them

water in constant motion creates ice that looks the same

deep shade, black water

Monday I was able to go for a walk, but the rest of the week has been taken up with the sickness rebound

it was a vicious one but thankfully, though all the others were ill this week, I stayed healthy 

lots of soup-making and looking after the wee ones whilst their parents recovered

hoping we are finally, truly, through it now but life comes one day at a time and that's how I'm taking it