I just got back from a walk. My first walk this year that hasn't involved gloves, a hat, and a down jacket. I am lucky enough to live four blocks from Lake Michigan, and as I headed down the sidewalk, I could feel the cold breeze from the lake I couldn't yet see. My feet carried me along a route I could do with my eyes closed. West towards the football stadium, then down the hill where the lake awaited. It's been a long, cold, seemingly interminable winter and the bay is still frozen over. The ice fishing shacks have been pulled off the lake, but the only water visible is at the very edges of the shore. This fact only barely registered with me, though, as I was wrapped up in my own thoughts. Our minds are busy places. At least mine is. In the twenty minutes it took me to reach the lake I thought about, in no particular order, whether I should have worn a heavier jacket, my daughter's impending college graduation, the water ...