The Improbability of Fire and Ice.
August 03, 2012
Once, so long ago that most people now have forgotten just how possible the impossibilities were, there was a pair of young lovers who defied even the probabilities. He was a man of fire, burning with constant ambition and desire. Always brimming with a wild passion in any endeavor he undertook. She was a maiden carved from ice, pristine and cool perfection. Always calm, and circumspect in her every action.
Not even their parents could say how their love had been born and it was oft whispered behind fans and discussed over billiards that they were another Romeo and Juliet, doomed to destroy each other in their own folly. It had happened before, Fire wooed Ice, only to end with one being destroyed by the other and everyone was only waiting to see history repeat itself.
Day by day the two grew closer and all who knew them waited with a tense anticipation for the day when their world would crumble around them. But it never arrived; they courted, they married, they were happy for many, many years. And all the while the mismatched lovers laughed up their sleeves at the unending shock of all who knew them.
They had learned the secret though. Rather than Fire melting Ice he merely warmed her heart and softened her chill. And in turn she only tempered his flame and let her calm presence direct the force of his constant passion. They had learned to enhance each other’s strengths and bear each other up in their weaknesses.
And so Fire and Ice, together, overturned the expectations of their world.