Fleas in a Crystal Palace

Sometimes when the thermometer drops below zero and stiff winds blow, the frost on the window forms fascinating designs which look like mountain landscapes. As a boy I liked to imagine exploring the steep slopes and hiking through the bizarre trees and forests. This adventure became a bit more real one sunny January afternoon, as I poked around in a small creek observing the many beautiful ice formations and snow. The running water had frozen over part way while at the same time the water...