I touch the ice and feel it cold and smooth beneath my fingers.
The ice sparkles like tiny stars frozen in a clear, glassy lake.
I watch my breath make little clouds as the chilly air tickles my nose.
The ice cracks softly under my touch, making quiet, popping sounds.
I press my hand harder and see frost patterns spread like magical drawings.
Even though it’s cold, the ice feels shiny and beautiful in the sunlight.
Touching the ice makes me feel brave and curious about winter’s wonders.
I can’t wait to explore more icy places and discover new frosty magic.