The Silent Storm
The lifeless shards of ice, now laying in martyred piles of eerie silence below their decimated victim, resemble the bits of glass cast down from a recently broken window. Once suspended in a glorious landscape of sparkling color and light, all their quieted form tells of now is a story of defeat and destruction. As the rain fell, and the temperature dropped, the ice built up its suffocating grip around every exposed branch and limb, using the tree’s own mortal enemy – gravity – to bring it down.
How could such a simple act of freezing rain, and combination of weather, cause as much dramatic change and structural damage, as to so radically alter this tower’s appearance? How ironic is it then that this seemingly indomitable and impervious pillar of strength and fortitude would succumb to these subtle attacks of such inestimable devastation!?
