A blustery stroll

This morning I packed thermos, long-johns, and camera, and headed over to Gabriel Dumont Park for a blustery river walk.  It was windy and snow was just starting to whip up, but it was good and refreshing to spend some time outside.  The river was churning along, carrying stray chunks of ice  downstream.  And while the weather was tempestuous and chilly, the river sang its own song, lapping at the ice and dancing down the land.