We drove home from out of town in the dark last night, but the headlights and streetlights were enough to show us there was ice everywhere. All we had to do was wait for the sun to come out. And today it did, firstborn of everyday miracles that it is, and it turned things silver--trees, power lines, blades of grass. This is the third time in my life I have seen this happen and I plan to carry it with me into the New Year: the memory of things touched, shining, un-captureable, un-keepable. And real.