Finally, a sunny day, air warming nicely, snow still on the ground and roof, slowly melting, cold water dripping furiously from the roof edge. Coming down the stairs, looking up to dodge the frigid snow melt drops, I notice something odd. There are ribbons of ice curling from the edge of the roof. It looks as if a thin layer of water froze overnight and slowly slid down to reveal a transparent sliver of ice in wide ribbons oozing off the roof. Water drips around them, and I can see where others have fallen and crushed on the flagstone below. These ribbons glisten wetly in the spring sunlight. I want to reach up to touch one, but I know that would bring its demise. They will be short lived enough, so I let it be. A sparkling ribbon of ice melting quickly in the morning sun.