I wonder if there is psychological test to analyse one's interpretation of patterns in frozen puddles? Like the old inkblot tests. What would the scientists make of me? I see whole landscapes and microcosmic worlds. I see hope and destiny, and yet elsewhere I see hopes shattered and destiny thwarted. Lines on a battlefield, on a face, on a page. Symmetry and chaos, aliens and jellyfish and daggers and diamonds and deep sea monsters. Ice does so much more for the imagination than mud.