The ground was snowless as we walked the dogs this morning in the frigid air. But in the low spots on the sidewalks lay frosted panes of ice shattered in the places they had been stepped on. The sight reminded me of walking to school on winter days when I was a kid. Then, we raced ahead to be the one who got to stomp on the frozen sheets, reveling in the rewarding crunch as they splintered into shards of ice. Today, I wondered why it is sometimes so satisfying to break beautiful things.
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