To the north of our townhouse is a "secret pathway" as a friend of mine calls it. We can skirt alongside the car, between one fence and then over another, then walk between a row of trees and a 30 inch high concrete wall. We come out in a college-owned parking lot and the path is a nice shortcut when heading to campus. The parking lot and the ground on the other side of the short wall is a lower spot on campus and recently, when we had a lot of rain last weekend, became a thinly iced pond. The temperature dropped and the water froze. This made for a precarious walk across the parking lot, but what was really interesting was the way the deeper ice in the depression by the wall cracked and broke, with sheets of ice beginning to rise above another like the outcomes of miniature and frozen plate tectonics.
The sparrows keep singing though, and that makes me smile.
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