It hasn’t been a rough winter so far. No extremes of temperature. Less than the usual amount of snow. But it is still late January and there are months of wintry weather behind and ahead. The lake is beautiful, in its wintry ways. Somehow the snow pulls both sides of the lake more toward the middle and distances seem collapsed. The wind blows the snow into drifts that leave ribbons of clear ice. Last weekend a mini-murder of crows walked around the ice as if they were looking for something. Somehow it set me to remembering summer.