Stretch your legs and ready your mind

Dad looked pleased with his response, and he gave Mason a small task to undertake. Try and touch it with his nose? He hadn’t thought about that much. He immediately pressed his wet black nose against the glass, his whiskers testing the smooth surface. It was weird, and amazing, and cold. “It’s cold!” He exclaimed to his Dad in delight.

Mason breathed in deeply then breathed out again. This time a large patch steamed up. With his wide-set eyes this close to the surface he could see the layers and veins of glass beneath which had formed its foundations. “It’s all shiny an’ smooth. Is it water?” he added, casting his Dad a sideways glance whilst keeping his nose pressed against the glass. For all he knew this was some kind of stationary water. Dad would probably know.