Undeniably, the thawing has begun. The process is, however, not always gentle.
Here the water seems to have a choice: Remain frozen and still, or rush onward.
Why can’t we do this too, make time run faster or more slowly, as needed?
Ice is a very ephemeral thing:
Whatever we do to it, our traces will soon be gone, releasing what will never return.
What memories will the thawing time release?