Entry 3: FOR THE GIRLS: ICE COLD

     

    The small white disk. Something you do not think about until you are shaking in into your hand. Small and almost fragile like, much like a piece of pressed snow. As soon as it is tossed into my mouth, that is when it all hits. I am not the type of person who lets outside things stop them in their tracks but this small white disk... changes everything. 

    First comes the sweetness the feeling of being clean and refreshed. It is shy and calm. The way a hot shower feels after a long and hot day in the sun. Especially in Arizona. Then BAM it hits like a freight train, a cold, icy feeling spreads though my mouth like I just stepped back onto the frozen lake at sunrise again. It tingles, its sharp and mind-opening but also relaxing in the same sense. A feeling as if you are breathing in crisp sparkling air. The first chill of winter after brutally hot summer. 

    It reminds me of what it felt like to stand in the Article Circle (photo above) with the fresh snow glowing on the mountains so brightly it hurts your eyes, the quiet of the nature surrounding you, the mist of your breath in the sky every time you breath. It is not a harsh cold, its a clean cold. It's invigorating. It's awakening. This little white disk brings all that to life without a trip to Alaska. The little white disk melts in your mouth quickly but the feeling it leaves fills the lungs with a freshness that opens the lungs up. For something this little, it carries the power of an entire frozen landscape-like the Article Circle- it is bold, bracing, impossible to ignore, and addicting.