On a hot summer July day, there is something refreshing thinking about the ice storm from the beginning of the year. The morning that I took these pictures, I could hear the tinkling of thousands of ice crystals swaying in the breeze, and soon after, the rush of the melting ice to water was audible all around. Such dramatic ice melt always reminds me of the defeat of the White Witch in Narnia by Aslan; the brave and devoted children; the fawns and beavers and centaurs of the forest; and Father Christmas too. Later in the day, with warmer temperatures, the children played outside and collected a few icicles before the ice melted away in their hands. One of the good things about living in Nebraska is the division of seasons: winter, spring, summer, and fall.