Down By The Old Mill Pond

Day 84: If hovering on the very margin of freezing can be said to be a "return to warmer temperatures," then Spring is just around the corner. The old mill pond shows a film of ice on less than half its surface now, although the reflections seem viscous, an illusion wrought by the barest exhalation of Boreas' breath. A few daring raindrops make the initial plunge on this day, to be followed by a rush of their compatriots; liquid lemmings hurtling themselves from the brink of a grey sky to meet an unquestionable fate in the peaty waters of the pond.