I press my face against the glass, just to feel the cold

Memories from distant past, when I was ten years old

I hold the images, reach out for the sensation

Try my best to save them, frame them, keep them clear of dust

Frost kissed cheek, daydreaming on the school bus

Lost in thoughts of thoughts lost that I thought when I was lost

Pines greens, winter whites and greys all blended up

Dappled with orange light

Blurring by my window

My kaleidoscope of ice