To walk across a lake, to walk on water – one need not be jesus. The frozen lake offers a path for all willing to dare, those who are willing to step onto the ice freshly laid bare. An exciting journey no doubt, for who love not skating about? Cheap thrills borne of uncertain steps; the ice is thin, yet something within pulls us – as if we must, as if it would be rude not to. Step carefully and feel the rush, the rush that you might step just a bit too much, the rush that you could fall through the icy crust – and yet we must trust. Trust that we know how to swim, even though the water will burn – we know how to swim.
The Frozen Lake
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