It was actually mild enough for a bit of outdoor sketching--a rare treat at this time of year! The lake is still frozen, and the shore is littered with broken slabs and plates of ice. Their undersides are iceberg blue, but I can't capture that unearthly colour with markers. It's much more beautiful than what I've drawn here.
When you sit there quietly, you can hear the ice shifting and cracking below the surface. I wanted to stay longer, but it just isn't warm enough yet. Thank goodness Santa brought me a pair of fingerless gloves!