… was the question posed yesterday by Mr. Jack Frost when I stepped outside to a landscape tinged with a light coat of ice everywhere. “Sure” I said, so I promptly admired those intricate crystallized sketches that were on the glass of both storm doors. Each design was different – beautiful, delicate and seemingly etched into the glass, all a sight to behold until the sun would put in an appearance. But, there was no sun yesterday, and, when I returned from my Sunday stroll, the etchings were still visible and I was able to once again marvel at Mr. Frost’s handiwork.
This morning he met me at the door once again and when asked to view today’s renditions, I once again nodded appreciably, but today the sun was out – a brilliant blue sky complete with sunbeams shooting down from the Heavens. Once again ol’ Jack Frost’s handiwork was excellent – not only were those beautiful etchings making an encore visit, he had scattered glitter all over the sidewalks. Those pretty, iridescent crystals were everywhere, but it made it a little slickery to walk. I had to take baby steps at first, until I felt a little more confident in my stride, and occasionally, little patches of black ice intervened amid those winking crystals and caught me by surprise. I walked down to the footbridge, stepping ever so carefully and certainly not winning any speed records for my efforts, but taking small strides I got ‘er done.
On the return trip, the sun was high in the sky, and despite a wind chill in the 20s, that sun had melted the glittery covering on the sidewalk as well as Jack Frost’s etchings on the door – they all had vanished without a trace and the sidewalks and driveway were once again clear and dry.
Perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me and he and his artwork were but an illusion?
Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty, if only we have the eyes to see it. – John Ruskin