The water was chilly this morning, felt like surfing in ice cubes, and the light wind tingled my face almost burning it was so cold straight from the snowfields. But it's a warm studio tonight with the three burner Electrolux heater cooking away in the corner and Greg the guardian alsation asleep on my feet, and I mean ON my feet the great log of a dog it is. Foreigner has something to say on the matter.
Cold As Ice
