Stretch your legs and ready your mind

The lone wolf didn’t hang around – Mason twitched his tail in farewell to her as she disappeared from the way they have entered. His Dad picked up the slack in conversation and asked him if he could determine what the substance was.

Mason leant in closer and tentatively touched the surface of the strange material. It was bumpy, but it was entirely smooth with no granular qualities like rock usually had. Mason’s breath steamed up the glass as he sniffed in deeply and then let out a snort. Droplets of moisture quickly developed on the cool surface and ran down in tiny rivulets.

Mason turned to his Dad. He had never seen ice before, as their den had not yet dropped cold enough, and so he had nothing else to relate the substance to than the pools and rivers around his home.

Bright orange eyes burned inquisitively into his father’s face, no hesitation or qualms at expressing his views to this man, who had never been anything but supportive. “Cos it shows things all wobbly ‘n’ I can sorta see myself in it too.”