Ice Flows on the River

I have been biking to work for about ten years. I don’t often see ice flows on the river. It seemed I should record it though 5°F felt like a reason not to.

As a kid I assumed symmetrical snowflakes were a pretend part of the holiday milieu like Santa Claus. So when, years on, I spotted the tiny white designs lighting upon my glove it was like seeing a fairy. I could hardly believe it.

Geese sleeping below Baybrook Court Bridge leave impressions in the ice that would be difficult to understand if you didn’t see the cause. Like crop circles. I felt pity for the creatures that so often seem a nuisance.

My second job in Boise was in the three-story building on the right. We watched workers build that orange Baybrook bridge. It used to be a long way to the river crossings (no East or West Park Center bridges then). Time flows on.

By afternoon, temperatures in the twenties clear the river of ice. It’s an ephemeral thing, this life.