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  • Even if I had tried, I couldn't have designed it.

    This morning in the garden after I fed the cardinal (and as it turned out, nuthatches, chickadees, woodpeckers, and a few burly squirrels) I turned over the tiny hummingbird feeder that hangs from our trellis... and inside was an inch or two of water that had frozen to the shape of the feeder. It was only about an inch or two of water... a single leaf on the bottom. In the bird bath nearby, leftover water from summer had frozen. I had sprinkled sunflower seeds on the ice to watch them slide and see what patterns might emerge. Hey, why not? Grays and whites and blistering blacks in bright solstice sun! I turned the little hummingbird feeder over and its singular content fell gracefully onto the ice that had been murky water in autumn. Now? Star ice to black ice in the birdbath!

    Ice to ice. In less than a half-hour, strong winter solstice sun had melted the ice star so that its points had melted and merged with last summer's bird bath.

    I was alone! There was no one nearby so I could shout, "Hey, come see this! Look! Look at this perfectly formed six-pointed ice star!"
    Ice to ice! Water to water.

    I was speechless ... and I continue to be humbled by the vast perfection of the artist.
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