It rained all day on Thanksgiving — putting in a serious crimp in traditional backyard football games throughout the Columbus area — and then about midnight a cold strong front moved in. When Penny and I took our walk this morning, we encountered falling temperatures and a frigid west wind. We also made our first sighting of patches of ice on the sidewalk.
There is a delicate beauty to newly formed ice. Brittle shards of ice lance across the surface of the freezing water, pinning stray leaves underneath. The surface quickly becomes a crazy quilt of etched patterns that glint in the morning sunlight and crack open with a satisfying crunch.
It’s important to appreciate the beauty of ice upon its first appearance. I will be cursing its presence soon enough.