A Chilly Mirror Pond

My salt track was neat, but sitting right past the coaster stood a tall glass tumbler half-filled with ice water! Tiny beads of moisture were trickling down the cold glass like little crystal raindrops. Without hesitating, I marched over and pressed my plush mitten flat against the side to see if it was as icy as it looked. Burr! A crisp chill soaked straight into my fabric, and my palm wiped away a clean clear stripe in the mist, revealing my own big round eyes peering through the cold ripples!