Reflections on ice one morning

[ridiculousman]

The frost on my bedroom window, fresh, sleek, crystalline, brings to mind an untramped-through field of snow. Successive swooping lines across the window mark successive layers of ice, banks drifted over time and temperature across my glass landscape. It shimmers as thousands of points of light refract in a thousand different directions, bounce

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[riverlights]

I really like that last sentence.