ice_bite light blue words cold and dark the ice lays, whispers of snow floating on the freezing air, breath made mist, made ice, solid and harsh. blue and white and gray and black, soft and wet and so so cold. icicles and hail, and snow and sleet, storms and thunder and rain and wind. whispering snow thrown from the sky, picked into the air, into the night. the ice bites hard and long and cold. rivers will freeze and hills become white. roads become snaking trails of ice, windows shatter in hailing storms, and telephone wires whip out of place. when night falls, strange noises pierce the sky against a constant hammering of rain. all eyes peer out from temporary havens, insecure and battered from the storm. roads are closed and no one knows the outside world exists at all. soon there are no footprints in the snow, no-one dares venture outside. it is a waiting game, and no-one can do anything. against a stormy sky. 040419 ... notme . 040419 what's it to you? who go blather from