The cold and snow make us pause. We can’t hurry and just do the things we normally do — walking on ice-covered paths takes attention and concentration, and five to ten minutes are the minimum just to bundle up to step out in sub-zero temperatures. But pausing gives us time to observe and to appreciate. This bubble becomes frozen in a near instant, with crystals forming on the inside and refracting the morning light as the sun rises over the new fallen snow. Many other bubbles broke as they landed, too fragile to absorb an impact on the soft snow. And even this bubble was short-lived. The wind picked up and it shattered quickly; how happy I was that it commanded my attention for a short span.