Untitled - January 9, 2002 The harsh cold wind brushes against the fuzzy scarf, searching for every nook and cranny. In the soft morning light filtered through the grey skies, the flutter of seagulls can be heard against the crash of the small waves. Sliding across frozen ice, the fear and exhilaration do battle with the sensation of giddiness - all three vying for a moment of sunlight.