Nick

I think that it is coldest in January. But it wasn’t cold enough and all of a sudden, your sturdy floor shattered and the cold, black water swallowed you. And that jacket I loved, that you let me wear whenever I got cold was suddenly to heavy. The last time I had seen your smile was only days before, it was bright and warm. And suddenly one hundred candles burned bright and warm outside the church across from the lake. And the light reflected a soft hue over the ice that had taken your beautiful life. 1/10/13