performance art

Icicles have always intrigued me. They start with a single frozen drip, then grow as more drips get frozen to the first one, then melt as some drips warm up enough to leave, creating an ebb and flow of everchanging beauty.
Come to think of it, icicles are like a dance that begins with one dancer on stage, who is joined by more members of the troupe as time goes by, and then is left alone again to leave the stage at the end.
Hurrah for the dance of the icicle!