Thursday, December 20, 2012

On Thin Ice

I took a walk early one morning last week after we had a freeze.  It had snowed so the ground was waiting to pull me down and I was keeping my eyes close to my feet.  The reward for that was seeing many puddles that had frozen over, leaving a thin sheet of ice.  When I was a child I took great delight in stepping on that ice just to hear the sound it made.  I still do.  It's so pretty that it seems a shame to ruin the design but I can't seem to stop myself.  The ice is going to melt and the water will flow back into the earth anyway so what's the harm?  There's still a bit of child left in me.  Okay, maybe more than a little bit.  But I did think to take a quick photo before my stomp.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Diane. I used to do the same thing, one little patch at a time, with the toe of my shoe. Do I miss the ice? Nope...