Upon that cheerless frozen lake skaters fly on searing blades, cleaving it apart with diamond daggers with a vehement thirst for icy blood. Wicked gleams grip the sides of the serpentine metals as they glide with enormity and a smug smirk of victory. Frosts of cold shrivel upon the sleek snarling skin of the ostensibly quiescent lake with crystals of despondency and currents of wrath ensnarled within. Vindictive repressions ache for liberation, a tinge of exultance, a shadow with colors. Beside the lake, a couple huddle, their white thinning hair fluttering in the bittersweet wind. "Shholding you tight, shholding you close, shwon't let go, shwon't let go..." croons the whispers of the curling winds licking their ears, pushing them closer as they cuddle for warmth. A gentle sweep of the icy breeze shoves a flurry of snow upon the old huddled bundle, and they shiver, their embrace tightens, and they trudge on, oblivious to the storms, impermeable to the storms, repelling the storms...