Frozen river

I walked down to Old Town today. Chatted with Jane on the phone. Trying to reconnect with her.
The day was bright and beautiful, and even the temperature was bearable as long as I kept moving. The Potomac was frozen near the bank, and seagulls rested on the surface of the ice like little loaves of bread.

Marie tells me, "Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards." I wish I understood what this period of my life is about.