The river downstream from the Middle Bridge opened in the night, despite the sub-freezing temperatures. The cold still created slush patches flowing along as they did in the early winter before the ice took over. Watching these ice islands stream by, they seemed like jigsaw puzzle pieces. Instead of needing just the right shape to join the larger puzzle, though, as soon as they touched a neighbor patch, they changed shape to meld right in.
I had forgotten how playful the river can be.
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