The water lines inside the trailer froze this morning, to my glee. Condensation on the roof vent looked like something that a sci-fi B-writer might call a rip in the fabric of the space-time continuum.
With frozen water lines I was forced to thaw ice on the stove and pour water out of pans. This experience helped me travel through time, at a time when I've abandoned traveling through space. Back it took me, to the age of root cellars and ice harvesting. Can you believe that I was still buying ice for my (food) ice chest until a couple days ago, instead of letting Nature manufacture it for me!?
The transition between liquid and solid
The morning sun chisels imaginative creatures into the media of both ice and camera-frozen water, as cave men did on the walls. Look, there's even an angel in the lower center.
It would not be right to tout the solid and liquid phases of water while ignoring the third, water vapor. After all, that would be a blow to its self-esteam, which would anger it. As you can see, the chimera looks sinister enough already.
There are few times when life feels balmier than sitting indoors on a crisp winter morning and watching the sun catch the steam above your morning coffee. Let the sun hit your face, let it liquefy the muscles. Watch the steam creatures form and disappear while dreaming of a perfect winter morning.
