Five years ago, I arrived at the reservoir, canoe loaded, and hopeful. It was an abnormally warm spring, and I was confident I would break my record for the earliest paddling day of the year--April 11th. But, I was wrong. Instead, from the edge, we laughed and tossed stones onto the thawing ice, watching bubbles of air rise in the gel-like water. It was warm enough to sit in the sun and ponder nothing... the gull soaring, looking for liquid access to fish.