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 Ice in March“Every winter the liquid and trembling surface of the pond, which was so sensitive to every breath, and reflected every light and shadow…closes its eyes and becomes dormant for three months or more. Standing on the snow-covered plain, as if in a pasture among the hills, I cut my way through the snow and then a foot of ice, and open a window under my feet, where, kneeling to drink, I look down into the quiet parlor of the fishes, pervaded by the softened light as through a window of ground glass… there a perennial waveless serenity reigns as in the amber twilight sky, corresponding to the cool and even temperament of the inhabitants. Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”

–Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), Walden, written 1854.  Icy Patch