Cold Feet

An image that's been engraved into my mind for some months now but it's been a while to get it out.

Nothing else to say, but it's a lot more detailed than it may seem :3

Edit: People wanted the story behind it, so... On my way back from TAFE one day, we passed over a bridge that went over a river (obviously). It was a cold and dark day, and the sky was heavily overcast. There were two boys standing on the icy water. They were completely still and both were fishing. They had no equipment nearby -- just rods. One of the boys was barefoot, yet he seemed completely unaffected by the water, the scenery, the coldness... It was as though having his friend there outruled every other thing in the world.