Do not be afraid

The ice was getting thin, too thin to skate or walk on but you shouted so many times that you loved it and wanted to be close to it. The winter was very cold I remember it. I remember it. I think of it often. The winter was so cold and we thought it would never stop. You danced about on the ice you were shouting something and singing. But you were not drunk. You made the ice shake; you dared it to crack beneath you, defiant you were so bloody defiant all the time, like you wanted to take on everything. I loved the way your face lit up in the moonlight. We walked back but I was sullen because I had not been brave enough to go on the ice and you had. You were always the brave one.

http://notafraid.blog.co.uk/2010/08/22/point-9223799/