It isn’t often that ice forms on the river through Boise so I stop a few times on my way to work for a better look.
As a kid I assumed symmetrical snowflakes were a pretend part of the holiday milieu like Santa Claus. So when, years on, I spotted the tiny white designs lighting upon my glove it was like seeing a fairy. I could hardly believe it.
Geese sleeping below Baybrook Court Bridge leave impressions in the ice that would be difficult to understand if you didn’t see the cause. Like crop circles. I felt pity for the creatures that so often seem a nuisance.
My second job in Boise was in the three-story building on the right. We watched workers build that orange Baybrook bridge. It used to be a long way to the river crossings (no East or West Park Center bridges then either).
By afternoon, temperatures in the twenties clear the river of ice, ephemeral as life.