ice.
1.12.2011
when i see icicles, i see my childhood. growing up in mississippi, we didn't see much snow, but we would see icicles hanging from the roof, cars, and sometimes trees. ice represents winter in a more solid way than snow. snow brings a sense of wonder. so this ice, lined along bricks at our church, was spotted by my sweet boy. beholding his wonder and tasting is a sacred act in itself. beholding his act and witnessing my own in memory is sacred. i am moved by icicles in a new way this moment.
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