The Crystal Wand

A shiny, carrot-shaped spike of clear ice was dangling right from the corner of the porch step! A real crystal cone. I trotted over, dropped onto my plush knees, and gave the frosty tip an experimental poke with my finger. Drip! A tiny, freezing droplet splashed right onto my thumb. Curiosity flared! I wrapped both hands firmly around the thickest part and gave a gentle, rhythmic wiggle. Snap! Out it came in one clean piece, wonderfully cold and solid like a glass wand. I planted it straight upright into a fluffy mound of snow. My very own frosty tower!