These winter city dwellers come to the frozen river to skate, to play. They push and glide, push and glide in happy rhythm across the ice. Warming huts along the skating trail provide respite from the cold, though this day is mild enough, the scent of spring in the air.
But it is not the promise of spring that lifts spirits; it is the elegant freedom of floating upon the solid surface, the solidness precious for soon thaws will render this playground precarious, unreliable, unsafe. So the frozen river offers a time of grace, a time of trust, to unbound the imagination and unbreak the heart.