My colleague was describing her visit to her dad's cottage last week. It's the beginning of May and the lakes of northern Ontario are still frozen, with floes floating toward the docks and needing to be physically pushed away, to avoid damage to the docks.
She described how lovely it was sitting by the lake, feeling the sun on skin and hearing the continuous crackle of the ice breaking on the lake. She compared the crackling of ice on the lake to the breaking of a glass chandelier!This is the first I have ever heard of the sound of crackling ice on the lake. I would love to see this some day.
She described how lovely it was sitting by the lake, feeling the sun on skin and hearing the continuous crackle of the ice breaking on the lake. She compared the crackling of ice on the lake to the breaking of a glass chandelier!This is the first I have ever heard of the sound of crackling ice on the lake. I would love to see this some day.
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