The temperature drops to mimic the setting sun although it adds a warmth of color to the sky. I begin to walk along Lake Michigan, and it was sort of a surreal moment. The same paths that I’ve taken in July are now unrecognizable, hiding underneath layers of snow and ice. There was something calming about being here. It was as if this moment got frozen in time. Although hearing the sounds of the Lake Shore traffic behind me, it seemed silent. The icicles hanging down as the crackle in the ice creates mini icebergs floating in the water. I enjoy moments like this, moments of the winter lake.