A bicycle ride to a music festival.

“Perhaps rolling over to my other side will get me better insulation” I think. The movement of turning shakes my bivy and with it, the condensation-turned-ice precipitates, landing on my face. The frigid shock jolts my lethargic mind. I flop to my stomach thinking, “at least if more ice falls on my body, I probably won’t feel it on the back of my head.”