Reflection T2 W2,

It's a frosty morning I can hear the the crisp frost crackling under my feet.The trees frozen still like a moment stuck in time. I smell the cold frozen air burning my nose turning it a bright shade of red.

I feel a light breeze swooping across my face and the sun peeking behind the trees like a game of hide and seek. I can  taste a flake of frost on the tip of my tongue melting as the sun rises over the trees

I feel frozen like an icicle melting  on a cool winter day. Now we know it's winter.