|Early-morning, ice forming on the Cottage Pool. (Double-click to enlarge.)|
A single degree…no more. A change so subtile you'd scarce feel it against your most sensitive skin. And yet, within this small movement lies a reordering so profound it can rightly be called magic.
Lower the temperature by just one degree and water is transformed into ice. The most common of elements becomes reshaped. Liquid turns into crystal. That which only a moment before was fluid, flowing, pellucid, yielding to the touch, has suddenly metamorphosed into something now solid, inanimate, with weight and form, hard as a stone.
An astonishing alteration. A transmogrification of such magnitude it could be a miracle. Amazing, the power of one measly degree. Breathtaking the mystery contained therein. And wondrous the beauty when the day is new and the morning light has just found its way into the pool, carrying hints of sky and sunrise, sparkling, gleaming…revealing. Water becoming ice. Thanks to a single degree of magic.