Fresh Ice

The day was warm and the snow melted into huge puddles that refroze as I made my way home. I know this ice will be gone soon and it suddenly seemed so mysterious and beautiful as the city light glowed on its surface.

We finished the entrance essay to my son's top university pick tonight. What a chore. Is there a kid in the world who writes these essays themselves? Applying for university is a test of the parent, not the kid!

I'm exhausted now. Will comment tomorrow.