Yet some maintain that to this day
She is a living child;
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome wild.
O'er rough and smooth she trips along,
And never looks behind;
And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind.
- 'Lucy Gray' William Wordsworth

The canal transformed by snow looks eerily peaceful. No sign of the birds that I saw in summer - hopefully they've found a warm place to roost.