|The river's edge by daylight|
When we walk by the river in the dark, even though a full moon might be shining (that and the stars reflected in the water) we can't always see clearly what's in the shadows.
"That's not ice, is it?" said Chris the other night as we came through Bordeleau Park. Something pale, flat and thin had spread itself on the water's surface near the bank.
No, it wasn't ice (yet). It was a layer of fallen leaves.