icicle

The other day I was walking over to production, and passed by the bird feeder they have there. I spied an icicle hanging from the bottom of the feeder. Honestly, it stopped me dead in my tracks. It had been so long since I'd seen an icicle. It wasn't that many weeks ago that if you wanted to see an icicle you would either have to look in the back of the freezer, or take a trip a long way to the north, or an even longer distance to the south. Yet here it was, ordinary and glorious.
I felt the same sense of wonder I feel in the spring when seeing a rhododendron, or observing a scarlet maple leaf in the fall. The miraculous shining out of the ordinary, it actually seems to happen almost every day.