What happens when a 135-kilometre-long lake made out of 10,000-year-old melted glacier starts to re-freeze?

Spirit!

This should be a day off work for the 300,000 people in the valley.

We could open up the border and let the Okanogans of Washington let us welcome them home to their lake.

We could invite all the Canadians home from Hawaii. They don’t have air like this in Hawaii.

The Hawaiians are welcome to come and breathe with our lake, too. Here’s a breath that’s already forming a poem.

Here’s an infant star.  Here’s a breath dividing into new life.

And one with all her children …

Everyone can care for new breath here.

No need to be shy. If you come, you’re part of the story.

Divisions are healed.

The lake keeps everything for us.

The geese people are writing novels. Isn’t it great that human people don’t have to anymore?On its own, the lake writes long, thin songs.

It all comes together into complex sculptures.

And mysteries.

The ice is flowing at the edge of darkness and light.

It’s truly a great way to freeze the fingers.

And to hear the lake creak and groan as you step away from shore. The clear material below is also ice.

Today you can see through the water to the sun, lying in the gravel. Living organisms may not come from this beauty, according to the definitions of science, but life sure does.

Ever-varied.

Ever-clear.

In the morning light.