ICE WATCH

In the ethereal realm of my childhood, where sunlit days seemed to stretch infinitely, we embarked on whimsical voyages to an ice factory, drawn by the siren song of snow-capped dreams. In that crystalline wonderland, the factory’s machines hummed like enchanted beings, orchestrating the alchemical transformation of water into glacial artistry. Our school uniforms, an odd contrast to the icy oasis, led us to chuski makers, conjurers of colorful, icy delights. With joyful abandon, we savored their creations, and an icy competition for the grandest chunk of frozen wonder ensued. As twilight painted the sky with surreal hues, we departed with our frozen treasures, memories crystallized in the amber of our hearts, forever enraptured by the surreal magic of those enchanting summer afternoons.