Breathe in, breathe out
His breath came in short bursts of excitement as he took huge leaps towards the sled
Spasms of laughter shook his whole body
He was up to no good, some mischief that would probably land him in trouble
Frostbites were nothing then; delight only lasted a while after all.
His steps faltered and no longer came in leaps
His gait became slower, intentional and not so carefree
His back straighter as he ought not to be caught in any mischief
Shaved ice no longer brought excitement
And frostbites had become the enemy; mundaneness would last a while after all.
The Polyphony 