I am born of coldness, die into frost, yet in the middle, heat and life resides. I am counted, divided, yet whole, And return again, eternal as tides

I move so fast and can’t wait for you. Still, you can see me near and far

I bend but I never break. I can allow you to see, but I can also take it away. Sometimes I bounce, sometimes I cease to exist.

it keeps you alive, yet you only see it in the dead of winter

I'm infinitely big yet take up no space. You might cross me if you make a mistake.