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Saturday, December 21, 2013

Beauty in ice

Ice over Spring Creek, Edmond
Outside our window
There is beauty in ice, as long as you don't have to drive on it, or happened to book passage on The Titanic, or cause power outages, or if you have to work out in it, or if it strips limbs off trees and does damage.
Here, the roads are still wet at 31 degrees, and there are few patches of ice. Most trees are coated with less than a half inch of ice, but more rain is falling, and if it gets colder, the ice will lose its beauty.
But for now, it's huddle and cuddle up time in a warm house with a fire and hot chocolate, if you're so fortunate. Let such times remind us of those in this country, and around the world, who are not so fortunate to be able to see beauty in ice.

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