Three States of Aggregation

If water is life, death is ice, indeed. The frost does not call for a long walk, but it turns plain water into diamonds, though. Only a month ago, the lake had a staring contest with the sky and apparently, the lake blinked. You didn’t have the slightest chance, the lake: the eternal sky always outstares both you and me. How nice to hear diamonds crunch underfoot! I feel the frost is nipping my fingertips, but the sun is already warming. Soon our blue eyes, yours, beautiful and elongated, and mine, shortsighted and small, will stare up again. And then, when the time of this world will come to an end, we turn into steam and get back to the sky... There's something comforting about this thought, isn’t there, my dear lake? 15.04.2019 Intensity Poetry Contest Julia Ward