Out on an errand I stopped by the quarry lake parks in Berea. It was a cold, gloomy day, reminiscent of my recent mood. As I explored the area, I watched ducks and geese, studied and listened to thick ice water flowing over the lake's dam. I discovered ice curtains forming on snowy tree limbs tangled in the rocks, and observed dark skies reflecting in waters that were darker still. The already-gloomy day was heading toward night –we're a day shy of winter solstice– making photography difficult and the cold air was stiffening my fingers, making them hurt. Time to head home. Dark and cold the days become.