I've been driving by this pond for days now, looking out at this ice with the crevice stretching across in multiple directions. Even before the pouring rains of last week, it was there. As I glanced out the window, I couldn't get this favorite poem of Frost out of my mind.
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
By Robert Frost