This morning,
a chilly 7 degree Saturday,
I lift my bathroom shade to see this.
After pausing a moment in awe
I notice the ice forms
an uncanny reflection
of the outside world.
I begin to think about a conversation I had last summer
with a neighbor who is Math professor at a Chicago University.
He spoke of how mathematicians are still exploring
the mysteries of numbers and repeating patterns in nature.
Within the hour the window design
evaporates into the cold morning air.
And it is gone.
