There are ice cubes sitting in the freezer. I think about how they used to be liquid from the tap, yet now they are blocks of frozen ice. This reminds me of a story once told to me by an old sentimental fool.
A man and a woman loved each other. When his love was new to her, his heart was warm. He and she moved through life easily, for the days were sunny despite the weather. His laughter was so infectious to her, that she would often bloom with a smile.
After some time passed, his heart turned into those ice cubes. To her, he remained so dear despite the cold feelings that crept into his arteries. Although there was no warmth in his heart any more, she never gave up hope that his love was real.
Then, one day just like any other, they travelled together in the car. He was driving and calling her names over something trivial. She was quite upset. He did not realise that soon she would leave this world and he would no longer have the sunshine of his heart.
An accident occurred. As she lay dying in the passenger seat, his heart began to melt. He then realised how much he loved her. He promised to honour her by climbing many mountains and exploring the Earth with her ashes, so that they could both see the world together.
That sentimental old fool is the man in this story. He died a few years ago and had her ashes sprinkled all over him before he was cremated.