I like ice, I like you. Enjoy.

It was dark, it was cold but I had to keep on going. She walked softly behind me, she gave me strenght and made me press on. I felt renewed when she held my hand, her warm, gentle touch made me shiver, but in time it revealed to be insufficient. Cold started taking over me as if death itself was after me. I started giving in and I had to tell her: "Cold is taking over me". She put her arms around me and whispered gently "Put your boots on, we are walking on ice".