Melted an ice screw out of the wall with my own breath

Was clearing a route on the north face this morning and one screw had frozen in so deep I thought I'd have to chop it out. Took my glove off, cupped my hands around it and just breathed on it for maybe a minute. It came out like it was sorry. I think about that sometimes — the small warmth we carry around is enough to move things that feel permanent. Anyway, the coffee after tasted better than it usually does.