Second verse, same as the first...

Another lazy, beautiful day as the holidays come to an end:

It was the kind of day for walking without purpose, to take opportunities to sit down, enjoy the brisk air and the sun on one's face. I took a route through the neighbourhood, stopping at a hill top park and down at a secluded beach. The frost was still evident wherever there was shadow, the rough edges of melt a record of the sun's passing. The water was still, reflecting the intense colour of the sky.

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It was a beautifully cold, crisp first day of the year - perfect for a walk along the lake. When I first arrived, I heard a loud whistling noise that sounded like some kind of high-tech air horn. But it turned out to be the sound people were making by taking up thin sheets of ice from along the shore, and skimming them on the skin of ice covering parts of the lake. As the skimmed piece of ice shattered, a high-pitched squeak/whistling noise was made from the friction of ice on ice. Walking further along the path brought a peaceful quietness, many lovely vistas and wonderful shadows cast upon the icy lake.