If the Arctic was made of Eskimo pies would you eat it, well would ya?

I was on the ice pack today, and all I could think of, while the snow was crunching under my feet, was Eskimo Pies. The mounds of snow drifts, white and clean, reminded me so much of vanilla ice cream that I wanted to grab some and bite into it. It was gorgeous out there, the sun burned off the haze casted beautiful shadows upon the mounds of snow. Divers drilled out holes in the ice and dove into the frigid water. A soft rainbow made a brief showing, and then vanished as quietly as it came. It was lovely.