The February Thaw—more or less an extension of the January one—continues to increase in strength, with temperatures in the mid-to-upper 50s and my legs itching to trek some miles. I decided to do a five-miler, but before I got into high gear and needed to avoid stopping in order to fulfill my cardiac conditioning mandate, I wanted to pause briefly by the millpond and document the impact the warmth was having on the ice. The surface of Lower Spalding Pond was still frozen, but while it was smooth and glassy a few days ago, it's now full of meltwater puddles that are acting like mirrors. I don't think the ice would hold me and if this continues, we'll soon have stretches of open water. Then, it'll be time to look for ducks.