As we walk home from the bus stop,
I watch my son
Break through the ice
With a look of amazement on his face
At the water that is released when he smashes the ice
Atop the puddles.
Then he stops;
and picks up a paper thin shard of ice.
He tells me it is beautiful
And that he’d like to keep it,
And could I get a bowl of cold water for him to put it in?
In that moment
He has shown me
The beauty and science of Spring.
Notes: It’s been a long, cold winter here. We hit a record for the coldest winter since 1898, and had an above average snow fall. So the first signs of Spring are even more lovely than most years.