Winter is the season when I can be quiet, think about things, calm down.
This morning was chilly, thick with fog and drizzle. The dog and I rugged up and walked around the lake.
Only a determined fisherman and a mad kayaker were out and about. Flashes of orange in the grey morning.
There was no sign of the town surrounding the lake.
Even the ducks were invisible. But we heard them quacking madly in the dense reeds and brush of the islands.