down by the river

It was cold.

There was a boy finding sheets of ice by the bank, which he was picking up and shattering on the rocks.

There was a man having his lunch break, emptying a thermos into a cup.

There was the leftover remnants of a camp fire, a chunk of wood still smoldering on a boulder.

There was a dog off leash, sniffing and romping in a field.  

As I walked the path out of the park I heard a "coming through" and there was the dog and his person.