Descending Icicles

(Romulus, MI) While visiting my grandfather today my eyes caught sight of a group of icicles that formed an aesthetically pleasing array of frozen shapes. The way the icicles gradually descended in relatively arithmetic length reminded me of the bars on a xylophone, or maybe like a series of larger and larger bones, such as ribs or toes.

I did not have, however, the urge to eat these icicles like I might have as a child. As I look back I am amazed I never became sick eating icicles, especially the icicles that formed from roof runoff. We regularly chomped down on these "roof-cicles," and I shudder at the toxins and grime that I undoubtedly ingested.


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