The Long Tale No. 18 - Frozen in Time

The frost glistened and shone in the slight sunlight that attempted to pierce the dawn. Stars twinkled on the ground as the sun just peeked over the horizon. Crisp and clean, the man left his footprints behind him. A sense of purity followed the frost, as if the ground had been cleansed by its presence. New grass would grow and more mud would form but, for now, everything was frozen in time. The power of the cold was terrifying and peaceful at the same time and many other things besides. But soon it would be gone and time would thaw.