Ice Gazing

Like cloud-gazing, only icier. On this bright morning, I found the shapes of imagination in the ice and among the snow-blue shadows left behind by yesterday's clouds.

The faces will return to tomorrow's sky, if there are clouds, and the outlines of monsters and mountains, and every shape that fits a cloud will rise again toward the sun.

But today, this is where the shapes are found.



  1. "He fixed his astonished eyes upon the face in the ice. A wild cry escaped him. The face was not his own!"
    —Robert Leighton, The Thirsty Sword, 2008

  2. Yet another perfectly apropos quote!