One of my favorite spots on our regular running route is the small bridge where we cross over the South Fork of the Kinnickinnic River. My anticipation builds as the path curves away from the main part of the University campus and bends down through a patch of sumac toward the stream.
I love to listen for the exact moment when I first hear the water flowing over stones in the stream bed. The sound of the small riffle below the bridge comes just a few gratifying seconds before I round the bend and the water comes into view.
On this particular morning we stopped on the bridge to look at these exquisite patterns where the ice caught the light. I came back later to take this photo.