Lately I've been taking long walks on the canal. I can't begin to describe how beautiful it is in the winter months. The trees are bare and offer a stunning view of the partially frozen river. The air is still and, except for a few brave runners and bikers, the path is just as quiet. I love walking down there, thinking, praying, contemplating both little and big things. It's refreshing in many ways.
This year its been cold enough that the canal has been frozen solid for a few weeks. Jon and I went for a walk yesterday and saw this - kids and adults playing shinny, or pond hockey. (Shinny is some Canadian word for it - according to Jon!) There were a ton of people - more than it looks like in the picture. The ice was really hard - it looked much better than even the rink ice around here. What a fun way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
It's also the time of year when Zoe catches up on her heater worship. She'll sit staring at the glowing space heater for hours. Cute little fat fluff-ball.
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