Frozen lashes

She looked so beautiful, just standing there.  We had been snowshoeing at minus 30 at 9pm.
It was cold and dark. Yet the brisk walk had kept us warm and our jackets had kept the cold out.
It was really cold however.

As we came in to chat and share a hot chocolate, I looked around and saw all the red cheeks. Healthy and happy faces.

As I glanced again, I saw ice crystals at the end of her eyelashes, they looked amazing. Glistening like diamonds. Shining like stars. They made her look beautiful.

For a moment, I wished I had frozen lashes.

I bet no one else noticed them, but I did and I was happy to find beauty where others don't.

Beautiful soft icicles, dancing and sparkling in the dark.

They were balancing at the tips of fine hair, almost as if they shouldn't be. 

Pure natural beauty.

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