The Dance

A few days ago, as I sat by The Pond, I was enraptured by the dance of the gusts of wind upon the water's surface, as they weaved amazing patterns. Whirl, swirl and twirl and at different locations across the pond. It seemed like a choreographed dance. Albeit, very complicated. It was quite breathtaking.

It reminded me of the first vignette of Disney's Fantasia, where the animators let their imagination flow to create simple, but colourful, images that related to the music.

What I was observing, in the fading daylight and the autumn overcast, was monochromatic. Nonetheless, I was enraptured. By The Dance.

The temperature was dropping and hovering just above freezing. I was curious as to what the new-formed ice might look like, if the wind continued.

I found out yesterday, as I made the pilgrimage back down to The Pond. I was in awe!
The water had just started to freeze and those whorls were now ensconced in the thin brittle layer of ice. I no longer had to constantly roam my eyes over the great body to view The Dance, as I had to before it was frozen. Now, I could comfortably scan the intricate patterns woven from the interaction of the wind and water.

The endless beauty of nature never ceases to amaze and entertain me.