We were talking at the dinner table last night about the ice on the pond this weekend and we all agreed: it was magic ice.
We have lived in this house for over 10 years and the pond has never frozen so perfectly. Because of the sustained low temperatures without any precipitation, a smooth-as-glass ice surface was produced. Even though we had a light snow on Friday night, its powder-like consistency allowed it to be easily moved off to the side.
Best of all, the pond finished freezing right before a weekend of sunny, beautiful weather—albeit cold, but as that was a requirement, no one minded. Maximum time for enjoyment.
I took a walk out on it this morning, one last time, because the weather forecast (up to 60 degrees F on Wednesday) means that we won't have it for long. I tried to take a picture of the bubbles trapped in the ice as it froze, but it's hard to capture such things.
Just like this weekend. One father commented to my LSH: "Don't you have a lot of other things to do, instead of watching kids skate all weekend?"
My LSH wisely replied, "I do. But ice like this doesn't happen too often. You have to put everything aside and enjoy it when it does."
If only we always had the ability to recognize those moments—and act accordingly—when they come along.