Crown jewels
There was a little bit more cold in the air last night, and by morning, there had been a little bit of refreezing. The Noah-sized stream in the woods east of the house was still flowing hard and fast, but there'd clearly been ice sculptors at work in the dark. This moss-green rock in the middle of the moving water was crowned with clear but clearly ephemeral jewels, and everywhere I looked, the watery landscape bore evidence of frozen water wizardry. At least the artisans weren't using chainsaws.
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