Welcome! here is something I wrote once

SPACE OPERA

Star Wars on ice. That's what it sounds like at the lake today. A lake on another planet, could be. With a war waging just below the surface. Or maybe the bluegill are playing laser tag again.

The sun has been away for a month, maybe more. The snowbirds took it with them just after Christmas. It hangs in their Florida kitchens, leaving us in the dark with empty lake houses. Sealed boxes of frozen summer memories.

Each year, we trade the smell of cattails and sediment for terpenes and frost. Boats for boots, and wakes for walks. This time last year, the ice was thick enough to park an F-150. A real arctic blast.

It's the sound of settling. The lasers, I mean. The ice rearranging frequencies to create a sci-fi symphony. An ode to the cold. It isn't much to dance to, but it'll keep you company as it echos all around.

Try it at night. If you're lucky, the clouds will be kind enough to part. The ice will freeze so slowly it shines like a mirror, reflecting the stars back on themselves. The space-whales circle, gossiping in the dark.

Go out there alone. Face down the existential one-two punch that is looking up at the universe while standing suspended over the source of life. It's the smallest you could ever feel. A single ice crystal humming your humble part in the harmony.