The ice creaked and squeaked beneath his feet.
He was far from the shore, walking on thin ice.
Beneath his feet, he could see the lake water, half hidden by the clouded glass of the ice. Not hidden enough for his liking. The waters looked cold, black and bottomless, with only the brittle, frozen shell of ice to support him.
The ice creaked again.
It was too far away to turn back. Taking a deep breath, he walked on, walking on water.