We got blasted with below-freezing temperatures and quite a bit of ice yesterday from that winter storm that graced our area. Advisories were issued for drivers to avoid driving due to the slickness and danger the ice presented.
Do you think people heeded the warning to stay off of the roads, although brine was spread in preparation for our wintry conditions? Nope! Some slid like stones gliding on a sheet of ice during a curling event.
I’ve had my fair share of skidding on ice a few times, and trust me, it is scary as all get out. Many folks laugh at us because we pretty much shut down during ice storms in our area. They think we can’t drive when it snows, but it’s not the snow, it’s the ice under the snow that wreaks havoc. I don’t care how good of a driver you are or in what direction your wheels are turned when you’re sliding, the danger is not worth the risk if you don’t have to be out there. So I periodically sat my happy butt near the window to watch the weather evolve, staying warm and cozy as long as I could.
Peering through windows
separating us from the outside cold
showers of sleet
tiny balls of ice
bounce on surfaces
that lent an ear
to its tinkling cry
crystallized into a saliva of icicles
as southern pines drooped
branches drizzled with a coat of ice
too heavy to lift
sculpted into a wonderland of infectious silence.
Kym Gordon Moore©
So today, I look out the same window as the temperature slowly rises, the ice-coated ground that looks like snow allows blades of grass to peek through, and icicles crash to the ground. The sun brings a soothing calm after the storm, slowly erasing the deep freeze from yesterday, slip slidin’ away.