From the icicles at every window that make me feel like a prisoner of the White Witch to the hoar frost on the distant trees, Winter keeps finding new ways to arrange ice crystals.
Our basement windows yesterday were etched with the most beautiful frost patterns . . .
I imagine them as fabric in various colorways -- Rain Forest; Deep Sea; Chiaroscuro; and (Meshach, Shadrach, and Abednego) In the Fiery Furnace.
These days, fun is where you find it.
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