There is nowhere to go in the winter, if you are a stone in a lake. It is merciless and you are bound sitting at the water's edge. Frozen details.
It is almost like you can see the process of FREEZING happen in this image. There will probably not be another single soul to sit at the water's edge and contemplate this stone, like I did.
Who else does this? Wonders the things I do about the processes of nature? Or even for that matter, gives the time of day, to a stone at the water's edge, covered by bubbles of ice in Winter? By the time I get back to check on this said stone, it will have changed, I am sure.