Bathroom Window

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.