“... Slowly I began undressing. I could feel the cold all over my body when I stood there only in my shorts and socks. My breath sped up automatically and it took me a while to calm down. Focus! Shorts were off. One sock down and another. I stood there naked, shivering. Out of nowhere, a granny with her poodle dressed in a funny small clothes was standing just behind my bum. I could feel the dog's smell and the look of the woman on my naked body. She did not hurry to be off. And there was only one way how to get away from her. ...” I wrote this one last year for our local writers group competition in Brno. Read it if you like. It finished 2nd and I really enjoyed writing it. https://www.ivoskopal.cz/the-flow-of-the-ice-islands/