Ever since I was a child I have been entranced by the colors of snow and ice, and yesterday as I walked very carefully on top of the latest layer there was a hollow thump to every step, the land had become a drum. Where we had broken through the previous day held a world of wonder, shards of crust-pebbled snow resembled the river at spring breakup. That electric blue was captured on the underside of the shards, clear pale yellow glowed along the surface; another day when it was very good to have to watch where I was placing my feet.
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| shards of gold |
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| where Zoe had broken through the snow and ice |
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| shards piled up wherever we walked |
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| the mysterious blue |
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| rivulets running across the lawn |
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| more gold and blue, and beautiful shapes |
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| One of Zoe hairs caught on the edge of a shard |
