Ice Dance

It began with the sun. Its light, like blackout curtains once a theatrical performance has begun. From far away, one might see quite the spectacle; gentle gold against shocking blue in a dance no artist could recreate.

The waterfall's crash into the earth stood frozen in ice. The sun's soft rays caressed its very core, spreading warmth where there previously was none.

A thrum, too quiet for the ear to grasp, began to arise. It welcomed the heat's embrace. As the sun climbed higher into the watercolor sky, the ice danced.

The sun twirled, the ice pirouetted. The climax of their fast paced waltz, crack, crack.

The ice shattered, the sun bowed.

The water fell like the blackout curtains as the performance was drawn to a close.