I don’t know … I feel like I see a figure in the icicle. A drooping shoulder. A lean torso narrowing into nothingness as the sun melts its frame. Perhaps I have been reading too many fantasy novels. What do you see? 😉

December 3, 2012 by Cynthia
I don’t know … I feel like I see a figure in the icicle. A drooping shoulder. A lean torso narrowing into nothingness as the sun melts its frame. Perhaps I have been reading too many fantasy novels. What do you see? 😉

Not so creative, but I see roots in the earth. And when I say that, I mean a carrot, really.
I see a mannequin on the catwalk, wearing a tight long dress, high heel shoes and holding a small clutch bag…
i see my childhood and how in the morning i couldn’t wait to go outside and see the sun sparkling on the icicles and remembering how my dad told us why some are blue. no icicles in norfolk sad to say. beautiful as always.
I see something close to what the ghost of Christmas future looked like in a Christmas carol.