The summer laughter and squeal of children swimming in the lake has been replaced by the sound of the whipping westerly wind.  The wind carries the echo of the distant swans warning one another of their presence and the whistling sound of their wings as they heed that warning and take flight between sheets of ice.  The crowds from summer have disappeared and left bare beaches, empty park benches and stationary swings in their wake.  The lifeguards will return again next summer, but until then the lone eagle perched majestically watching over the frozen landscape will quietly survey this wintry wonderland while soaring over empty fields, along icy shorelines and gliding through the woods.