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I stopped at my favorite river again last week and noticed that the slow takeover of the ice had begun. Fortunately, I must have gotten there long after the raccoon or whatever little sharp-toothed animal leaves those tiny footprints frozen in the sand! I really don't like winter, but I have to admit that it can be beautiful in some ways, like the intricate pattern of each snowflake as it falls on your mittens or the sound that the lake makes as the ice expands or the frightening crack you hear when someone else drives on to the lake while you're on it in a fishing shack at night or just the absolute quiet you may get to experience between snow storms and bitter winds. Thanks for views and comments my friends!