Driving down a deserted state road, cold early morning, gentle curves following a fast flowing creak along the bottom of a narrow valley. The water is warmer than the air so a secretive sinuous mist has risen, collected on every little twig, branch, weed, and vine of every brown plant, bare bush, and leafless tree that has grown along the creak bed, and frozen there in the night. Now the sun is shining, it has set my whole world ablaze with shimmering glittering silver fire. Sparkling ice crystals cover everything, glimmering blindingly in the bright winter morning. This fire burns intensely cold in the frigid air, searing singing happiness into my soul.