Pretty much every day, I cross a bridge between the two Lyman Lakes on Carleton’s campus. Many days, this spot looks out over something beautiful: the still water, the gently arched bridges elsewhere on the lakes, a stately flock of geese, low fog, the lakeside trees in green or brown or gray…
Today’s view was down, onto the ice where snow had been collecting, or perhaps re-forming as spray from the nearby waterfall froze. All of the ice was covered with this amazingness.