The lake has not frozen yet. I watch its edges as the ice begins to form. When it does then I wait and wait anticipating the spring thaw and break up. I miss the open water of the ocean. No matter how cold it got at home I could look out to the water. Sometimes it steamed in the cold, but it was always there, and I could walk the beach in the middle of winter. - pangs of homesickness for a home that no longer exists.
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I understand how you feel exactly about the open water. When I lived inland in Pennsylvania for a few decades, I'd be sad after a visit when I had to leave the Niagara Penninsula area with the open lake waters, rivers, etc. Water has such healing qualities. Mountains do as well, but I prefer the maritime feel.
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