It snowed last night and the table outside was free from debris. When I woke up this morning, I found this leafy texture embedded in the ice. I decided to pray…

Dear god*,
Why are you making fancy ice crystals on my table?
Is there a message in the ice?
Why do you give 5 year-olds cancer?
Why don’t you intervene in Ukraine?
There was, as expected, no response.
Oh well, I’m sure he* is very busy giving people COVID-19 and blessing Vladimir Putin.

*It doesn’t deserve a big “G”, and the pronoun “he” is a dead giveaway.