IT IS COLD

It is Cold

The bitter morning numbed my hands as I continued my stroll through the basketball court.  A small frozen stream in the gutters caught my attention. A prickling sensation of pins and needles stabbed my fingers as I submerged my aching hands beneath the blanket of crackling ice. The pain was agonizing. The sound of children yelling “Its so cold!!” echoed throughout what was once D block. 

In the corner of my eye, I could see students juggling sheets of ice as they emerged their frostbitten hands from the stream. They chuckled as they threatened to throw shards at their friends.