Winter in Indiana. It is a rather cold winter, but somehow filled with warmth under the ice. It is amazing to me how ice can cover a branch this way. Seemingly holding it still as if to stop the growth, but maybe that perspective is all wrong. Perhaps the ice covers the branch in a moment of stillness and calm, magnifying the beauty of the sleeping buds. The ice will only harm this branch if it jostles and blows around. This is a moment for the branch to stay still, calm and appreciate the beauty of this very moment.