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.
My sister Cheyenne sits on the lip of a giant ice bowl at the World Ice Art Championships in Fairbanks, Alaska, and slides in.
Try as she might, she can’t climb out.
I too hope it won’t melt, Rachael. Looks like fun. I’m a little jealous.
Great moment to capture! Miss you guys.
It looks like a fun time. â„
Beautiful!