Icicle hanging on the edge of rain gutter displayed from the Roof, dislodged with help from the bright sunshine that melted Its anchor to the house, it held, during the cold weather of winter. The frozen spear landed in my hand arming me to the moonlight; Monsters that move in the shadows of snow and trees in the late Night of chill and cold that captures the breath of a wonderer. A wonderer walking home after an evening of refreshment and story Telling to a captive audience of friends and relatives, the deeper the Drink the wider the stories flow