You begin to think you've seen everything...

..then your friends describe beautiful geothermal springs lit under the aurora borealis that they tell you to visit while you're near them 3 months from now... they describe fishing on the arctic seas surrounded by sheared monoliths of granite and peering into the crystal clear depths surrounded by whales... and then you walk into your backyard so your dog can take a shit somewhere other than your bedroom, and you find these exotic formations surrounding what I believe to be some species of milkweed (or at least some winter hardy perennial) that has sprung up lately: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frost_flower

I am very happy in this moment.  No profound revelations.  No joy.  No loathing.  Just being.

 (From Wikipedia, not my backyard)

Delicate.  A kiss from nature.

(Look at the form.  Gradual.  Systematic.  Iterative.  A rare natural fractal.)