I am ready for winter. Glittering palaces of ice where waterfalls once flowed. Crystal ornaments in trees, where dew drops froze. A smooth flat of ice on puddles and ponds — skating rinks for the right sized feet.
One of my favorite books is The Snow Child. Much of my love for that book is for the delicate descriptions of winter, snow, and ice. The Snow Child is set in interior Alaska, and the author Eowyn Ivey makes me want to disappear into her shimmering snowscape.
Unlike most fantasy, where the villain occupies any icy peak and threatens to kill with cold — as if eternal winter were a more exacting hell than eternal fire — The Snow Child is stunning in its portrayal of the tundra beauty. Beryl glaciers. Glowing blue spires of ice. White snow with berries like rubies poking through. Ivey’s prose sparkles like snow in moonlight.
Here in Blacksburg, the ice is like silver. I don’t remember many wet storms during our winters in Minnesota — it was too cold for much besides dry powdery snow — but Appalachia knows how to throw an ice storm. Limbs droop under the weight of shining crusts, leaves drip with streams of water frozen mid-drop, roofs and roods glisten with sheets of slick black ice, and when the sun comes up, the whole world glitters as if encrusted in diamonds.
Ice can be treacherous — when the power goes out and you don’t have a backup heat source, or when you have to drive somewhere and you fear for your life — but if you remove those annoyances, if you bundle up and take a walk out in the frozen, silent world, ice can be one of life’s great glories.
For the month of November, I will be participating in NaBloPoMo and plan to publish every day of the month. Usually, I will publish a 10-minute free write, initiated by a prompt from my prompt box. Minimal editing. No story. Just thoughts spilling onto the page. Follow along with the tag #NovemberDaily.
8 thoughts on “Ice”
Here, the only ice is in my freezer.
This piece reminded me of winters spent in the midwest, of seeing icicles shimmer and drip from within the warmth of my kitchen, of magical moonlit nights of snow-shoeing in the woods.
You describe the landscape so wonderfully! Great use of verbs and uncommon nouns!! I look forward to your writing every day. 😊
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Now you’ve got me looking forward to winter. Well done!
What sensuous descriptions!
Winter is so beautiful! Im starting to get a little excited 🙂
The way ice freezes the branches ❤
I remember many years ago when an ice storm knocked out the power in many areas of Atlanta for several days. As the temp was below freezing, we put the food in the refrigerator in a cooler and set it outside. We moved into our small apartment kitchen and kept cooking stuff on the gas stove to keep that area warm. I also recall many people going to K-Mart to buy electric blankets. I don’t know how many were returned for being defective.
The crash of ice falling from trees and the unique crunch of walking through fresh “wet” snow are fond memories. From where I sit right now, that is, haha.
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