Longing for that friend who wasn’t there on that cold lonely night. The ice on the window brings back the need for that cold heart. That icey woman who came with passion and an instant bond and left like a stranger. This storm and being shut in brings it back. A deep wound aches in the winter weather. This storm brings beauty in its reflective surface and danger in falling for that beauty. The cold hard reality of opening yourself to somebody you love is apperant in the introspection this ice storm allows. People are beautiful and shiny but so painful when they let you fall.