Staring out at into the blue,
as the breeze cools,
whispers of ice promises,
tantalize flesh and senses.
The days so muddled, so grey falling away into the abyss, unseen but palpable.
Resisting the urge to flee letting all the chaos slide from shoulder, slip from mind.
Feeling refreshed as the last drop rolls off fingertip.
Stretching long, inhaling a smile, returning to the tangible.