Another Song Of Ice & Fire

Snow In Flames

As the freeze bears down, the action heats up.

The worst burn I’ve ever felt was from the coldest thing I ever touched.

The wind makes my head feel like its clamped in a vice, and my eyes leak tears,

Shooting straight into the setting sun burns my retina and sensitive camera gear.

I struggle blindly in pain for a beautiful, cold, blue silhouette,

But thanks to all of that ridiculous floof, a beach owl in flames is all that I get.

Back home, warm but defeated, I’ve time to enquire,

“Why on Earth would Maria set poor, baby Buckets on fire???11!!?”