I remember the last time I was tempted.
There was also a frozen metal pipe. Despite being young, I had enough first-hand experience to understand the danger. Yet despite this valuable knowledge, my tongue was still achingly drawn it. To this day, I don’t understand the attraction.
Before I knew it, the horrible deed was done. My tongue was freshly stuck to the metal pipe. How could this terrible thing happen again?
The unbelievably massive icicles in the attached photos couldn’t possible bear any comparisons to that fateful day … except there was an accompanying temptation.
The icicles hung deep into a steep canyon. By climbing part way down the easier incline on the opposite side, I was able to get a much better view. Still, so much of the icicles were hidden by the rocks beneath me. As I inched closer to the edge of the cliff, I realized each step made the photo so much more impressive.
Once again I had the feeling of being achingly drawn closer. Despite an impulse to ignore the free advice I was receiving from an unnamed source, I stopped while it was still safe.
Temptation averted … this time.