On Saturday during our visit to Roosevelt Island we stood for several minutes simply listening to the ice melt. Melting ice is one of life's simple pleasures we so frequently overlooked. We tried to capture the sound of it with Mel's camera, however amazing technology it maybe, but not amazing enough to counter the noisy cars and airplanes.
Like the nature shows, the ice dripped, cracked and the grass rustled as the broken ice fell. Watching it made me imagine fairies flitting around. As the ice pieces fell, the sun glinted off them creating an illusion of something flying out of the corner of your eye, but if you tried to look at them straight on you couldn't see them. I'm sure this is all sounding a little cheesy and trite, but it was beautiful and unexpectedly satisfying experience.
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