"It was the day of the long night as Mo and I walked along Cheney Lake as a fisher dropped his hook into the thick ice and kids chased the puck. Parents stomped their feet or sat in cars with heaters going full blast watching the game. In the distance there was a flicker of light, then a few more. I carefully asked a solitary walker who was deep in thought, why there were so many lights. She quietly answered that the lights were in memory of those who had passed. I walked up to a light flickering in the slight breeze and saw it was a candle encircled by ice. I looked down the trail and saw many, many lights. As the night entered a new day, the candles continued to burn showing the way for the many to follow. It was a cold night, the temperatures dropped even more but the feelings and emotions for those who had died was as strong as fire and ice."