Friday, December 17, 2010
The morning light brought a frozen wonderland. Not the soft, snow globe, picturesque sort but rather a harsh crystallized encasement. A hand crafted reminder that old man winter was still king and he ruled his frozen realm. It did not deter her; something about the cold lit a spark.
A warmth from within began to glow. Thoughts ran through her mind as if traveling on some futuristic spaceship at warp speed. “Why is something so beautiful so equally destructive?” “Why must it take such destruction for people to be human?” “Why did I not buy these wool socks last year?”
Thoughts entered and exited her cold infused brain. To her left she saw the neighbors, not daring to challenge old man winter. To her right, the birds were dining and she laughed. The larger birds, being their usual, “eat it while you can, get out of my way” selves were actually feeding the smaller birds at the bottom.
Again, a cold breathe in and once more thoughts at warp speed. “I guess that is what we are, birds on the bottom waiting for crumbs from above.” “Thank heavens the power did not go out and I do not have trailers full of debris to pick up.” “Wonder if everyone had shelter from this storm?” “Why do we take so much for granted?”
She knew better but did it anyway. The wind blew making the eerie sound of cracking movement overhead. The sound drew her eyes in and she looked up. It is magical how ice can encase and enchant even the simplest shapes of nature, a tree branch. But looking up was a mistake.
Shards of ice, at that very moment, began to rain down. Her arms instinctively covered her head and her feet tried to come to life. “These are not dangerous,” she thought and silenced the voice yelling, “run.”
It was at that moment old man winter found his sense of humor. She allowed the frozen remnants of the tree to fall upon her, thinking nothing of the harm; old man winter sprung his prank.
The coveralls were meant to protect and protect they did. They protected her from getting to the ice that had gone straight down her collar and stopped right in the middle of her back.
This resulted in her jiggle dance and the final warp speed thoughts, “Why didn’t I wear something under these coveralls?” “Do you think the neighbors will mind if I strip right here?” “Ice is cold!”
and I’ll try to get some pictures today. Yesterday it was not safe.