Wednesday, December 4, 2019

On Ice

It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.
John Burroughs, American naturalist and essayist, in Winter Sunshine (1875)

My first foray onto ice and I didn’t make a spectacle of myself – relief!


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2 comments:

  1. JohnDecember 5, 2019 at 9:31 AM

    ...followed by two cubes of same in a large tumber of whiskey...?

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  2. ShariDecember 5, 2019 at 9:37 AM

    That would have made a great pairing. I was offered a "special" hot chocolate. It was good but whiskey would've been better. :-)

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