Returning along the river, finally to a corner, no fence, no block, can enjoy the beauty of the St. Lawrence River greedily. Foot on the dike, no waves, only quiet. The ice floated slowly, and some of the age-sensing boats were lifted from the river by ice and snow, as if not trapped in the harbor, but lying peacefully on the shore to enjoy the beauty. North country scenery, snowy, standing on the shore for ten minutes, emptying thoughts, is the best annotation of life.