On the ice-Day 17

I woke at 6am to see ice crystals dangling from the roof of the tent. I wanted to stay snuggled in my warm bed but I needed to get up, get the cooker going and melt water for breakfast. I had dreamt that I was gifted 'perspective' by a magical bird, it flew over me and then I was looking at myself through the birds eyes. I sometimes think my imagination is way cooler when I'm asleep and there's nothing to hold it back.