March 30, 2006
Mollie and I took a walk on the lake this morning.
It’s that time of year when a strong sense of transformation is all around. The lake is certainly changing. The ice surface is wet. It looks wet. It smells wet. It is wet. It’s wet with several inches of fresh melt and rain water.
That means ice cover is in questionable condition and increasingly unsafe.
And even though the day is rainy and gloomy there is now a hint of springtime at the lake. It was detectable in that for the first time this year the moistness made the air smell different. You know… that kind of sweet wet smell…
The smell of springtime.