Trees balance icy snow on their branches, and lean over the road like they’re expecting to fall and hope to halve the distance. When the setting sun’s orange light hits the ice coating on a twiggy branch, glowing crowns float above the ground, out of place and glorious. The snow comes and leaves a few days later. The moss on rocks looks healthy, like it can take the cold no problem. Floats are out of the water. Piers lead to wide air and the sea. So much wildlife seems in hiding and there aren’t many folks who want to visit the island now.