|FTLComm - Tisdale - February 12, 1999|
|Like a frozen ocean gracefully modifying itself, being contoured shaped and reshaped
somewhere beyond our consciousness. We can see the gradual changes and feel the
bite of the late winter wind, but the sun paints the shadows that turn the crystalline
water piles into hues of blue and white. Be you a child or an aging adult, it makes
no difference, your feet and knees will make their mark on these structures only
to be erased as wind born particles tumble into your footprints.
The water, the wind and we humans each confront one another in an endless cycle, the water melts and reforms, the wind seems infinite and our human lives can be just as insignificant as those transient footprints in the snow. Created on a whim or with deliberate intent matters not, as both are soon covered in a continuum Only this picture and these words sustain the moment.