Morning meditation.

 

Caught a tugboat going down the channel, breaking the sheet ice on the bay;

the moon just hanging in the sky above it. 

 

When we first moved here, there was a large coal-fired power plant on the far bank of the bay.  They used the water from the bay to cool the turbines, and as a result, the upper bay was, for a long time, a lot warmer than the lower Narragansett Bay.  They decommissioned and dismantled the power plant about a decade ago, and since then, the water in Mount Hope Bay has gone back to normal temperatures.  So much that in recent years, the bay below us has frozen over on several occasions.  

 

A view from the top of our street.  Ice and snow on the bay. 

This is following a week of temperatures not rising much above freezing. 

 

I have a neighbor who was born and raised in this town, and remembers a time before the power plant when the bay would freeze so solid they would skate on it.  Considering she is just a few years older than me, that does not feel like it was all that long ago.  

 

They have done a remarkable job of cleaning up the bay; the shellfish (clams, oysters, etc.) are remarkable.  We now even have oyster farms a few miles down the coast from our home. Makes me feel there may actually be hope for the planet.  

 

Just a peaceful morning.  Savor them when they happen.  
 

Onward,

Rade