After months of hardship traipsing across the bleak and barren landscapes of downtown Tallinn, I have come to the tragic, but oh so human, conclusion that there's no such thing as the perfect icicle. Nevertheless, as my own small contribution to iciclology, I offer the present specimen. Today was one of Estonia's first days of thaw (the local weather has a very hesitant personality, changing its mind more often than I my socks), and the sun shone lazily over the spires and other pointy rooves to sculpt the present set of celestial dentures. Tomorrow, 'twill be gone.