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| Day 217 Icy sheets pinned to willow branches |
Today the cold wind attempts to freeze your face. Your skin and fingertips feel hot when exposed to that bitterness. If you just turn your back to the wind though, your coat takes the brunt of it and you can revel in the new sights that the thawing pastures offer up to you.
Paper thin ice appears to blanket vast areas of the ground. The ice is supported by a few inches of trapped air underneath and soft, rotten snow. Ragged sheets of this thin ice seem to float on small willow branches about a foot off the ground. These icy sheets hang much like laundry pinned to a line, but here it is the branches that pierce the ice and hold it in place. The pinned ice moves in the wind reflecting sunlight, like sparkling fishing lures held aloft in the sunshine.
A spectacle indeed. The brittle ice tastes so pure when you break off a piece and pop it into your mouth, but only after you've held it skyward to examine its crystals. It melts almost instantly. Is it the strong sunlight or the thousand and one ice crystals that greet me everywhere that rivet my attention so strongly?
Look around you today. Is there something that awakens your spirit strongly?
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