I've been trained to think that icicles are a sign of bad insulation as well as hazardous to passersby. But what my dad didn't see (or didn't mention) is that these sinister little tapered spikes are quite beautiful and effervescent. The way the morning sun shines through the icy pillars is just amazing. Thousands of waterdrops working together to make a delightful sight for my eyes.
A few days ago I noticed there was a quite spectacular row of icicles trickling over the edge of the roof over the back window where I work. When I first noticed them, they were all quite the same size and length, like cold little soldiers lined up for battle. But as the days went by, some grew longer and thicker and some grew very little at all. It's so cool to see how things grow and change- usually it takes longer to see the differences but icicles are special like that.
