I love the icicles forming all over the neighborhood today. I even the love the very word icicle. It’s an icy, dangling sort of word.
Icicles form as snow melts–only to freeze upon its descent. It’s an almost / not yet kind of winter object. I marvel at the various icicle shapes along the walk. I love imagining the houses like mouths now with giant icicle teeth.
I love seeing children use the icicles they find as lollipops, swords, or something to throw against the pavement to see the shards of ice scatter like diamonds.