Moving between such radically different climates is startling. My tanned and sandaled feet, crossing the airport pavement to the waiting car, feel the cold first.

It's sunny, blue skies, bright - and 23% in Boston.

Within a half hour my boots are on my feet, the dogs are eagerly waiting, and we are at the river. A thin strip of bubbled ice edges the bright blue water of the Charles. I walk along the river, stop at the bubbling brook and listen to winter. 

The dogs chase sticks and scramble through the brush.

Soon enough, I remember how much I love to look at the ice. I'm glad to be home, that I have this home to belong to.

Soon, the ice will melt. 

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017