Lake George, NY
The state park was silent, the sites empty and barriers up for the winter. But with promising skies, I parked at the gates and made my way down the steep grade, through the woods to the only open area of the park, at the water's edge. Geysers of steam curled off the water, not yet frozen, pretending to be warm. For a brief window the sky lit up through a gap on the far horizon, but shortly after rising, the sun disappeared behind the overcast.