It's been since 11/16 that I was last at my neighborhood pond.
I still haven't physically been down there, but driving to work today, with the light snowfall we had overnight, there's at least a skim coat of ice on the pond as the surface is snow covered.
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
