Special-K-001

Where puddles once were a few days ago, now rests a thin sheet of glistening, sparkling ice. I carefully tread upon the hard delicate surface, slipping and struggling to gain traction. My heart lurches with a THUMP as my reflexes jump in. Arms open wide and muscles poised to spring, to balance, to save their host from falling. Ice crunches and cracks as my heavy boots make uncertain contact with it always adjusting, shifting my centre of balance like a ballerina gracefully dancing, readying for a jump or pirouette. The air is clear, cold and crisp... every breath is a shock as my chest struggles to inhale the savage sharp air. With a puff o