What a magical morning walk this morning at 5am along the Portland Street strip for my coffee. There I beheld the miraculous appearace of numerous stunning ice sculptures peppering both sides of the street! Whoever did this, you made me feel something, something warm, chip away at my cold, dead soul. Who did this magic? Was it the city? Like how they plant flowers in the summer? I’ve never seen ice sculptures before though. Tax payers might argue art is not a necessity. But art is life. It touches you and makes you feel.
Could they have been made by a local artist with high dreams and mucho community spirit, delivered in secret in the wee hours of the morning like a new age Santa Clause? These ice occurances remain a mystery to me, but I love them so! Thank you Ice person, for a magical experience!
—Thawed my heart
This article appears in Feb 7-13, 2019.
What a delightfully written love.
I wish I could have been there too.