Fuck.

The smooth surface, reflects back my own face, yet I can see through it. It shines in the light and rainbows of color emerge from somewhere deep within it. I put my hand on its surface it glides so smoothly never hitting a single bump. It is mesmerizing. The beauty of water contained in this stalagmite of ice. I stare longer getting more lost in the way it distorts reality and reflects it back to me. I reach back out to touch it one more time as soon as I get close it falls. I watch it fall past my still outstretched hand onto the icy pavement. The impact is grotesque, the beautiful icicle is in a million little pieces around my feet, they still shine in the light, but their splendor is lost. No one else who walks down the sidewalk will ever know about the beauty that hung from the dipping roof. They will not even see the shards of it on the sidewalk, the mid afternoon sun will surely melt them. It is like this icicle never really existed to anyone but me. This icicle is my dreams. This icicle was my dreams.