Moseley Woods Park
on the Merrimack River
I went to visit my river this afternoon. ( I get a little possessive about the Merrimack. ) The old Whittier Bridge (named for local poet John Greenleaf) is going to be replaced soon, and I'm concerned about what the lowest bidder might put up in its place. Standing there under the pines, watching the ice floes pushing each other out of the way to get in on the free ride provided by the outgoing tide, I enjoyed the sounds of the ice crashing and crunching and tinkling.