Moonsong Glacier In Berlin

Midnight had come, and with it the winter’s cold and a light dusting of flurries. Light and flaky, they drifted to the ground lazily, swinging and swirling in the faint, whimsical breeze. The air smelled of cedar and ice; a refreshing combination of earth and water. 

He felt himself drawn toward the area by the taste of the air, and how the faint swimming lights in the Northern horizon flashed like fish swimming below the surface of a lake. Aurora borealis- a faint show at best, but admired nonetheless. It reminded him of the previous winter though he tried not to dwell too hard on that memory.

He wasn’t quite himself when he staggered toward the borders. Unwittingly he had consumed several over-ripe crabapples in a last ditch effort to appease his hunger and regretted it already. His mind was addled and while his spirits were light and merry, he was not sure how he might be received by any passers-by.