Vera had heard that even in extremis people #marshal their inner resources--she'd heard that imprisoned poets inscribe poems on their cell walls and that artists, lacking paints, will paint with coffee #grounds.
She was not in extremis, and as for resources, she knew she had many: It was winter. All around her lay a broad canvas of snow, plus rainbow-casting icicles. And she was not averse to collaboration. She placed the icicles just so. The sun contributed the rest.





