Gliding Light

In Peter Ackroyd's work, Thames; Sacred River, he quotes an early 20th century poem.

Ancient river, changing never,
Symbol of eternity,
Gliding water, lapsing ever,
Mirror of inconstancy.
              -Fred Thacker

While the waters of the Ottauquechee glide unseen for most of their journeys from Killington Mountain to the Connecticut River, the play of light above and on the frozen river do their own inconstant and eternal dance.  The light keeps flowing, never quite the same.