An ice cold drip runs off of an icicle that hangs from our porch roof. It is as strong as it is fragile. It’s very make-up is running off the end. Cool water that is being warmed by the air around it.  

The short sharp gust of cold air as you open the fridge. It chills your face and arms. It makes you want to pace the freezer aisle of the local supermarket. Maybe you could set yourself up there with a chair and a book. How long before you’re asked to vacate?

The blessed invention of air-conditioning. Hotel room, shop or in a car, it cools the skin to the bone. You feel ice cold. Chilled. Frosty. 

Jump into a deep pool and have your breath wrenched from your lungs. There is no heat here. Only frigid waters. Glacial with the impact of your body. Wait only a while to adjust and feel the heaven in its icy grip. 

The first sip of a drink with ice cubes in it. Intense on your lips, the temperature holds the promise of a break away from the surrounding humidity.

Jumping through a sprinkler.

The first lick of an ice lolly. Blue raspberry flavour. 

A less than warm shower.

A snowflake finding the tip of your nose.

The mist from a breaking wave upon the sea wall. 

Winter’s first snow fall.

An Icelandic waterfall crashing down upon rocks sending a spray of water your way.

Thick droplets of rain pummelling the pavement.

A water balloon bursting over bare skin. 

December winds that bite at your cheeks.

Frost on freshly cut grass.

A well aimed snowball to the face.

Imagine.