Rain and cold weather produced this almost Heart Art in Cindy and Jim’s ditch near the stop sign.

The second day more air had spread under the ice.

Because the ditch is too deep, I would not step down to hear what a shattering sound it would make if tapped with a foot. That is a childish habit I have that still brings me great joy. I didn’t have this yearning when I was young, probably because we rarely had icy puddles where I might have walked in Tennessee. It’s got to be a second childhood experience. I’m qualified.