Very grateful not to have been a traffic statistic today. These sleet-iced avenues seem to have a mind of their own... and the lack of respect for them seems only to aggravate the monsters within. Putting mankind in control of beastly steel machines on wheels certainly seems to bring out the inner immortality complex, icy streets and gravity be damned.
I truly don't know how this climate - today's current sub-freezing bite - can be what some call home. It's romanticized, this 'winter wonderland' of icicles and blustery breezes and Frosty the Snowmen... except in reality it's mostly street-grime-slush and ice-slick sidewalks that never seem to clear and minutes and minutes spent scraping my car.
Not to complain. The briskness of winter can be invigorating and there is always that sense of half-nervous, half-excited anticipation before a storm hits... I just truly cannot fathom waking up to this for 9 months out of the year... or more.
Like in Away From Her, that beautiful coupling of cross-country ski tracks and fuzzy matching turtlenecks and poetry in front of the blaze of a warm fire. Growing old together in a Robert Frost glistening snow globe world.
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