The memory of ice is not yet distant enough, and even now, doubt and fear sit too close for comfort. Cold skeletons brittling your ear with low-voiced disquiet.
Once, it’s true, you assumed you were ice-bound beyond recall. But you were wrong. The ice was broken in the way that life, out of the blue, can gift a brighter side.
So in spite of the skeletons, that is what you choose to remember. And faith burns, rendering them powerless.