Wascana Creek

It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. ”
–John Burroughs

Every winter, I walk by frozen Wascana Creek, and think wouldn’t it be awesome if it was turned into a skating rink!

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