Frozen. Majestic. It’s not really still. Its continuous movement creates new forms and patterns from everything around it. Including me. Now it’s all serious and serene. Not at all like it was several weeks ago. Few traces of the frolicking, splashing, aqua cerulean beach personality are left. The beach is frozen. Thicker, slower, freezing waves have made what appears to be a tribunal of the pillars that mark the swimmers territory. Today, my approach was also slow and careful—respectful. Gazing at this I don’t want to swim anyway. I want to work. I want to gather the strength and purpose to create like this. This lake is never tired. It never stops.