Time has stopped. The world around has nearly ceased to exist. The tiny tongues of flame in the campfire have come to an almost complete stillness. You can only hear the soft, barely audible crackle of ice.
There are moments when you know more than you can say. Minutes that must be spent in silence. Hours before the impending change, you can feel that the inflection point is so close but still it’s not quite there. Everything will come in its time but for now, just wait.
Until the ice breaks louder.