Pool-side conversation

They're lying there, the girl and the boy. The orange sun is lying there with them, deflecting off the water in the pool. The blue glacier is also there, between them. It rises high, cloudy and cold. But they look at each other through it. The boy's side is blurry; the ice is melting. The girl's side is blurry; the frost is tightening.

The look at each other through it. And still do not see.