Stability Through Motion

What a morning to forget the phone/camera. Unnoticed, I cut my leg crashing through the thin ice in Port Meadow on the way to Burgess Field. Ran with sodden freezing feet for the next half mile towards a glorious orange dawn reflected in the Port Meadow lake, ducks and geese perched on the tiny strip of remaining riverbank.

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