The beauty in an Ice Cycle

 

1 - 11 - 11.... Those stick figure numbers reminded me of those ice cycles that were everywhere this morning as I walked in the cold winter weather.

 They were so pretty to see on the trees that were weighed down as if  they were bowing. They were beautiful on the limbs as they shined like glass sculptures. They were even cool looking as they  hung in straight lines off the  roof of our house as if I had forgotten Christmas lights. 

By this evening they were falling off everything and sounded like bullets hitting the ground. Ice can be beautiful even on the strangest of objects as it freezes. I'm really glad I got to see this beauty before it melted....