It is now -14 degrees outside. Everything is frozen. Everything but my wish to go into it and endure. Looking through my frosted sliding glass door to my snow-covered deck I can appreciate frozen. Even things that move can be froze. Like a waterfall. Open the shutter long enough and you can freeze time, a specific chunk of time. And my waterfall photos show the beauty that I see. That things frozen pull me in. Pull me in to go out. And endure.