It was cold and it snowed.
And then it was very, very cold.
And then it rained.
And warmed up.
And the snow melted.
Then it got cold again, for a few days.
With more snow on the way.
And tromped through the woods, over the old, rotten snow, through low-hanging hemlock branches.
As big, fat, feathery flakes flew, furring the surface of the ice.
And we skated.