I Found A Spirit Under the River

I was at a frozen lake/pond the other day and I was remembering how fascinating looking into the clear edges were for me as a kid. As an adult I just think it's too much work to get my eyes close enough to fully appreciate it, but as a kid, close to the ground and with an incomplete visual vocabulary for what was on the ground, I superimposed whole worlds over the leaves who's tips were caught in ice, but were cold and wet between the frozen canopy and the mud below.

Um... this reminds me of that.