Last evening I noticed the river had broke through the ice at the narrows by MacKenzies Marina and Maudslay Rocks. The current runs swift there. Upriver is an expansive stretch that curves and billows like a half moon. But at the narrowing, the river runs. The force must have broke through the ice creating an opening the size of two olympic swimming pools. Ducks were swimming there. Seagulls were flying in for try-outs. By Athens, this river will again lope through its marathon from the White Mountains to Atlantic Ocean. Much sooner: by Boston and Patriots Day. I can feel my spirit limbering-up.
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