See

Bower Ponds

I see scrapes in the ice. Shadow-like skaters in the distance. Twiggy trees that part for the bulbous sun.

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Stop trying to be profound. Just call out what you see. And don't lean solely on the rods and cones faculty, see with all your senses.

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A quiet sky. The heavens rest against an unseen backdrop.

Looking again, there's more.

Much, much more.