“So when people I like do something terrible,” I said, “I just flense them and forgive them.”
”Flense?” he said. “What’s flense?”
“It’s what whalers used to do to whale carcasses when they got them on board,” I said. “They would strip off the skin and blubber and meat right down to the skeleton. I do that in my head to people—get rid of all the meat so I can see nothing but their souls. Then I forgive them.”
— Kurt Vonnegut; “Bluebeard”
Lake Michigan had a thin layer of ice on it, but it broke up from the waves. The motion of the waves crashed the shards together and rounded off the sharp edges resulting in these strange, rounded lily pads of ice.