Ice Stalactite.

There is a large icicle just outside my bedroom window. Every morning, as I open the blinds, I can see its menacing shape. Beautiful and clean, as it is sharp and dangerous, resembling a spike of glass, ready to inflict serious damage.

Sculptured by nature some eight weeks ago, it has since then not diminished in size at all. I have not seen it melt or drip, it looks solid and majestic every day.
Fortunately, it poses very little threat to anyone. Below it is only a secluded area, where I have placed large flower pots. Therefore no humans nor animals are in harms way. Except my pots of course, but I assume that they will be strong enough to withstand the fury of the spike should it ever fall.

I find icicles as intriguing and fascinating, as much as they do frighten me. It is a given fact, that in a few weeks, when hopefully warmer temperatures will reach even Scandinavia, large chunks of ice and snow will become dislodged from roofs and windows, posing danger to people, animals and even parked cars on the street.

However, that time is still somewhat removed from our reality. Spring is yet nowhere in sight and in fact, it is suppose to snow again today.
Therefore every coming morning, as I open the blinds and yet again gaze at that dangerous beauty of ice, I will be reminded of the simple fact that Lady Winter continues to be very much in reign. Still, I know that if I wait patiently, that one particular day will come, when its sharp and pointy edge will have formed into drops of water.
And then I will know that spring is imminent.