On a winter’s night, under an indigo-black sky a tree stands alone next to a yellow light on the corner of a city pavement. It is bold, youthful and strong yet quite ordinary. An intricate spiral pattern emerges from light-reflecting, icy moisture on smooth, bare branches. Nature shows a face, an invisible web connecting each twig and sleeping bud with light and molecules and atoms, energy, cold and magnetism. Cars rush by. A man walks his dog. A couple argue on their way home from the pub. Yet no one sees the trees incandescent display. The secret remains within the humble roadside, ice-lit winter tree which, on occasion, reveals the hidden code of everything.