I love the impermanent nature of an ice castle. Castles are fortresses intended to project permanence and strength. But an ice castle (if not dismantled prematurely for safety and insurance reasons) simply melts away when the temperature rises. It's an excellent metaphor for life. Everything we build or accumulate that looks permanent eventually seems to fade, tear, rust, stain, melt, rot, or die. Funny how the impermanance of the ice castle doesn't take away from my pleasure in seeing it. For some reason at this stage in my life I seem drawn to impermanent, impractical displays of beauty even those with little practical purpose. I find myself entranced by impermanent beauty, flowers that bloom for just one day, fireworks that vanish in an instant, 7500+ Gates that just dissapear, quick smiles, knowing glances and shared laughter.
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