Dreams of ice and sunlight

Heart of ice

Silver-finned lake trout glide deep below the surface of Lake Superior, ice already submerging their midnight dreams.  On the rocky bottoms they move silently in almost total darkness.  Their eyes dream shadows.  They swim to a different drummer, an underwater rhythm, a song of gills and scales and minnow-dreams.

Ice dreaming...

At the surface, another dream froths the waves.  Biting wind and plummeting temperatures penetrate the water.  The water slows; sluggish near its edges.  As it slows ice crystals form, a million crystals metamorphosing to slushy ice.  The surface of the bay dreams of ice as it sleeps, a blanket of ice, a cocoon of ice to insulate the deep-swimming trout.

Dreaming lone tree

Near the icy bay a tree dreams of sunlight.  It yearns for sunlight down in its frozen roots.  The roots reach deep into the ice of the lake.  Bare bones of  limbs etch against a gray January horizon, motionless.  The world holds its icy breath as winter settles onto the landscape enfolding trout, waves, tree.

Let there be sunlight AND ice...

The sun breaks through the dream of the clouds, illuminates the dream of the tree, dances on the icy waves of the lake and sends shadows of its rays into the eye of the silver trout. 

Later this winter you may eat this trout with fork and knife, salt and pepper.  Along with the fish you eat dreams of rocks, waves, ice, tree and sunlight. 

Who untangles this dreaming web we all weave?  Who dares separate it into a single strand?  We are ice, bitter wind, crystals, branches, photographs, readers, writers, dancers of dreams and eaters of fish.  Are we not?

About Kathy

I live in the middle of the woods in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Next to Lake Superior's cold shores. I love to blog.
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15 Responses to Dreams of ice and sunlight

  1. fountainpen says:

    Indeed we…all tangled up in it all…..

    Fountainpen

  2. fountainpen says:

    …..need each other and it all!!!!!!!!!

    Fountainpen

  3. p.j. grath says:

    Beautiful, beautiful post, Kathy. The ice at the edges of Grand Traverse Bay was slow, sluggish and slushy as we left northern Michigan on Sunday. I like those frost-edged ice pancakes you photographed, too, but even more than the pictures, your words. Dreaming fish and trees, all of us under the sun. Magic.

    • Kathy says:

      Pamela, are you missing the Great Lakes already? This is the kind of writing I did last year on other sites, in other forums. Ice pancakes, indeed. I was thinking of them as icy flying saucers landed on the bay. No matter what~~they are indeed magic.

  4. The blue-grays of winter. Snow, no snow, ice, rain – no wonder they call Canada the frozen north. The melancholy beauty of it all… I feel like that big ice chunk tinkling-bumping… knowing this too shall disappear in time. Beautifully captured Kathy:)

    • Kathy says:

      Terrill, our lake borders on frozen Canada to the north and Michigan to the south. We’re in Michigan waters…but it’s blue-gray wherever we turn. Tis indeed melancholy beauty. I think I’m especially identified with the melancholy part of it today…

  5. Gerry says:

    And some days we are the fish.

    • Kathy says:

      Indeed, Gerry. The fish gliding across some of the oldest stones in the planet, beneath these Great Lakes. (Barry said I should have consulted with him before writing “silver-finned lake trout”. He said the silver-finned ones are fatty lake trout, not good eaters. The red-finned ones are the kind you like to sprinkle with salt and pepper. Ahem, I mean if you’re not a fish.

  6. Cindy Lou says:

    Beautiful……I’m contemplating your words.

  7. flandrumhill says:

    I’ll bet those hibernating bears are enjoying blueberry dreams as they snuggle and snore in their dens. Or maybe they’re dreaming of fish! I just hope that when they wake up, it’s not on one of those days when Gerry’s decided to be a fish.

    • Kathy says:

      The hibernating bear! Darn, forgot to include the hibernating bear in this story. Thank goodness you came along and interjected the blueberry dreams. As long as Gerry’s being a fish, we had better censor fish dreams.

  8. John Lindahl says:

    Was looking for some stories about fictional Lake Woebegon and found your beautiful commentary and pictures about the edge of the known world (south shore of Lake Superior). My friend from Buffalo used to fish in Lake Ontario and told me how a fishing buddy pulled a Lamprey Eel into the boat one time. Needless to say, when this creature got into the boat, the fishermen entered the Lake very quickly. You sound like a hardy bunch to have endured all this cold and ice. Hope your summer will be equally exciting but not quite as challenging.

    • Kathy says:

      John, thank you for visiting our Lake Woebegon-ish world. 🙂 What a story about that Lamprey Eel! Yikes! Barry went fishing a couple of weeks ago and kept getting splashed by a little fish–a keeper, but barely a keeper–and ended up throwing it back in the lake. The guys on the boat are still laughing about it. Our summer has been, so far, rather cool but it’s a green and beautiful world out there. It was interesting that you called me back to look at these icy pictures. Making me appreciate today even more.

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