Updated: a major oops. I forgot to mention that this was for dVerse where Mish asked us to write about ICE…ice. Many thanks, Mish! ❤
It was late night after ice, we walked the dogs on shivery sand heard rushing water not waves, but a summer house unprepared for winter-- shattered pipe. The echo lonely, in icy stillness. Your breath, white, seeped upwards ghostly, your eyes seeking home heavens.
(c) Sascha Darlington