The frigid air lays over the earth as a blanket covering everything beneath it. The wind gently blows the bulrushes back and forth, its as if thousands of eyes are watching reacting to your every action. The ice on the lake is firm like a cement floor preventing anything from penetrating beneath it. The wind has blown the ice smooth as if it were a hand blown glass vase. Your skates cut into the ice creating a sound ones ears dance to. The puck glides as if it were floating. As you turn snow flies from your skates. A frozen pond, sensation paradise.