Putting things away until my return in three weeks, I noticed a massive encrustant of ice around the outer pane of my bedroom window. Maybe I should've cursed the shoddy insulation; maybe I should've used it as an excuse to be even more anxious to fly toward warmer temperatures. But for the few moments that I was standing in my bedroom, poised behind a camera and tripod, all I saw was frozen poetry.
P.S. - And in case you're wondering if I threw the big piece out the window (last photo), NO, I didn't. I put it in the blender and made an Orange Julius.


