Melting Ice

Melting Ice

Quebec, Canada

December 25, 2015

It's funny how I am drawn to things for no rhyme or reason.  We are walking on the street this day and I come across these piles of ice.  I think there had been an ice sculpture event a few days prior and this is all that remained of the event.  But I am drawn to that which remains and found myself wanting to stay and watch it melt.  How long would it take?  Would people come along and kick the ice and break it up? Would boys take the smaller pieces and start an ice ball fight?  How many people would slip on the ice before someone from the street department would intervene and get rid of the remaining ice debris.

More and more of these questions were popping up in my simpleton brain when Darcy called to me and said, "Come on, we're going to have a drink in the hotel."  And with this new plan, all of those silly questions vanished from my head.

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