Quick Thoughts On The Cold.
Iciness. Icicles formed razor-sharp, dripping with melted water every once in a while. Nature's frozen popsicle. Crystal clear and effortlessly perfect. Daggerlike and ornamental. An icy stare that cuts through your heated veins. Silence that empties your soul and makes you weep hot tears. Ice cubes clinking distinctively in a flawless glass. Swimming and bobbing in liquid. Hawaiian fruit punch or iced tea preferably. Refreshing to my dry mouth. Flooding it with cold sweetness. Frozen wind that scorches your face like fire. Whips it mercilessly, creating blushing pink until it hurts. Bare feet on cold floors. So painful to my senses. The soothing gush of air conditioned air on a hot summer day. Face and body pressed so close to its icy kiss, releasing my skin, licking off my sweat.