Forty-four days until spring. By then these ice spindles will have melted away. Good riddance you say now. But come summer? Perhaps recall this beauty as you reach for a cube to chill your tea…
Forty-four days until spring. By then these ice spindles will have melted away. Good riddance you say now. But come summer? Perhaps recall this beauty as you reach for a cube to chill your tea…
Cold they may be, but definitely beautiful – like an ice museum! Maybe that’s one of the perks of winter.