Ice is many things: cold, smooth, treacherous. It is also beautiful, especially when, in freezing, it preserves its crystalline structure. Walking to work this morning, I was looking down, watching for ice and trip hazards (all too common on Brattleboro sidewalks). I saw the most beautiful pattern in a patch of ice, feathery lines forming small arcs fanning out from a central point. If you knit, and know the feather and fan lace pattern, you'll have an idea what I'm talking about.
I carefully sidestepped the ice to preserve its beauty and avoid slipping, and went on my way.
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