Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Ice Ice Baby

Waking up to my little world covered in a sheet of ice, coating everything: the steps are treacherous, the gravel is solid ice. I climbed the fence to get into the dry paddock because the latch was solid ice, like decoupage. Trees snapping around me, falling onto the yard, limbs breaking in the woods down the hill, sirens wailing in the distance, no traffic, scary and eerie....

I had to climb the fence, and it was slipperier than if it had been dripping with motor oil, because the latch was coated with solid ice, inside and out.


All of this is supposed to melt later today, but for now, it is a challenge.

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