Last night, my son Ryan was doing one of his experiments in the kitchen when the toaster oven caught fire! While daydreaming during the aforementioned drive to Greenville, the contrasting images and feelings of fire and ice, together with my memory of Robert Frost's poem by that name, were begging for expression. It was so cold and icy in the morning that despite the beautiful images of frost and icicles, it was easy to imagine freezing to death. And, of course, even a minor kitchen fire makes it easy to imagine perishing in a fire. Interesting how beauty and terror can combine.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Fire and Ice
Last night, my son Ryan was doing one of his experiments in the kitchen when the toaster oven caught fire! While daydreaming during the aforementioned drive to Greenville, the contrasting images and feelings of fire and ice, together with my memory of Robert Frost's poem by that name, were begging for expression. It was so cold and icy in the morning that despite the beautiful images of frost and icicles, it was easy to imagine freezing to death. And, of course, even a minor kitchen fire makes it easy to imagine perishing in a fire. Interesting how beauty and terror can combine.
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