The sun in winter.
It is an exercise in patience to watch icicles slowly melt in the tepid rays of a winter sun only to freeze again into a larger version before nightfall. There might be a lesson in there; that drastic change helps us grow. For icicles, the only way they can grow is by totally transforming themselves from one state of matter into another, from liquid to solid, then solid again.
In observing icicles I discovered that the way I see them depends on my mood, or the lighting, or the time of day. Sometimes I see pretty, sparkling decorations reminiscent of Christmas, at other times I’m reminded of EKG readings, and every now and then I am taken aback by the menacing teeth of a great shark or of some prehistoric monster. All the while, the icicles remain just icicles.