Random Friday Writing

Frosty morning

The frosty morning was freezing me like an ice burg I was freezing cold the icicle coming from each end off the goal posts the Milo slowly freezing up in my hand my frozen body getting frost bite my brother throwing snowballs at me the suns rays of light beaming through the branches of the trees and the shadows are dancing through the air I am making my Milo in the kitchen and it is freezing every second that I am making it the goal posts frozen white poles and the trees frozen without its leaves the trees on the left side are giraffes and I am falling every time that I take 1 step on the frozen Ice I am shivering while I am walking back to my bedroom.

Staring back out into the ice field that is right outside my iced up window the edges of the widows look like they are patterned chandeliers shimmering in the sunlight in the frozen morning.