‘Tis the season for love. It’s so cold outside, one needs to snuggle inside. Before you know it a young man kneels to whisper words of love and commitment. He asks his love to marry. Pulls out a tiny case, opens it, and presents her with a…you guessed it!…diamond ring.
But do you know what our northern girl replies?
“I will take this diamond ring,” she says, “but, truly, if we are to wed you must know the truth. I prefer ice crystals.”
Oh my goodness…did I really just type that little story? Feel free to ignore it unless you’re already admiring our heroine. You never know what will appear out of your typing fingers after you’ve been staring at ice crystals.
Admiring their incredible beauty. Their pizzazz. Their fantastic shapes.
I convinced the sluggish resistant indoor mind that it was not in control early this morning. The weak January sun lit up hoar-frost outside the window! It was time for an adventure.
Down the road I walked, attempting to capture images of the hoar-frost on the branches of the trees. The frost sparkled like diamonds. It looked so beautiful.
But nary a single photo proved it. The thin layer of ice simply did not register to the camera lens. It wasn’t until I accidentally stumbled upon frozen puddles that the gift of the morning presented itself.
Ice crystals. Aren’t they gorgeous? Aren’t you blown away by their delicate lacy structure?
Ice crystals don’t last. Unlike the diamond ring which is meant to represent an undying eternal circle of love…the ice crystal lasts for an hour, a day, a week, a month. It always changes.
It can be covered by a blanket of snow tomorrow. Or melted by a warming afternoon sun.
It’s preciousness lies in its transience. In its Moment of Shining Beauty. It brings us into the precious Now.
It whispers, “This moment is all that you have. Don’t miss the beauty before you.”
I have at least sixteen other photos to show you of this morning’s walk. I waded through perhaps eight to ten inches of snow without snowshoes, following deer trails. Found many treasures.
You can’t imagine the work-out! Breathless and sweating, I couldn’t believe it was only fifteen degrees.
It felt so exhilarating to be outside, exploring new places. Discovering ice crystals.
Next time you glimpse hoar-frost on your trees, do not waste a single minute. Head outside! Search for frozen puddles. You shall not be disappointed.
Ice crystals are a girl’s best friend…I’m sure you guys will agree.