I've always been enchanted by icicles. They possess a strange beauty.
Little by little, drop by drop, the structure forms. Just when the water above thaws, freeing it, the cold air below paralyzes it again.
Sometimes, we stay suspended just when we think we're finally free. We attempt and fail, attempt and fail. But in it, we grow more and more beautiful. Conditions aren't right just yet. We hang on, letting the process work.
Winter won't last forever.
Do you love icicles, too?