The Slow-Cooked Sentence

Four sisters in Fairbanks

Rachael Conlin Levy

I smile beneath a frozen sun. My teeth are coated with icy spit and my laughter cracks into a million pieces. I pick up a shard of this happiness and slip it in my pocket to carry home with me. It’s sharp and cold against my hip. I hope it’ll never melt.

... and can't.

My sister Cheyenne sits on the lip of a giant ice bowl at the World Ice Art Championships in Fairbanks, Alaska, and slides in.
... tries to get out ...

Chey slips into an ice bowl ...

Try as she might, she can’t climb out.

4 responses to “Four sisters in Fairbanks”

  1. I too hope it won’t melt, Rachael. Looks like fun. I’m a little jealous.

  2. Kyna says:

    Great moment to capture! Miss you guys.

  3. Kyndale says:

    It looks like a fun time. ❄

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