Just a weird, freaky poet moment... If water is life, then ice must be life in stasis. I remember ice storms on the farm where I grew up. Looking out across the hills, all was still. The cold of the air brisk and exciting. All was still and in that stillness was retreat and awakenings.
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Ice Ice, Baby...
Date: 2004-01-18 08:53 am (UTC)If water is life, then ice must be life in stasis. I remember ice storms on the farm where I grew up. Looking out across the hills, all was still. The cold of the air brisk and exciting. All was still and in that stillness was retreat and awakenings.
Have a safe and refreshing trip!