Now that is something I'd call a poem about this shore but it is an actual dance that will be happening this Saturday night. It happens every year around break-up. Obviously it has to be fairly loose. I never even heard of it until last week when someone wondered out loud. I'm going to wear some sort of costume. I haven't decided whether to be ice or water but that is the point. Today the bay is ice, yesterday it was water - this dance seems to go on day after day... The other thing that happens is that as the ice gets rotten it makes ice candles - then me and the fella and the dog go out and jump on the ice pans to break them open revealing their exquisite crystals. Here's some photos to give you an idea. Perhaps the Ice and Water Dance could be lit with these?