on finding the going to be icy

Icy tones, brittle surfaces, sharp edges, slippery surfaces. How unpleasant!

Some people are not bothered. Snow? No problem. They soldier on.




Me, I’m bothered. I know, I know. It’s not as if there’s one huge iceberg out there.





Not even bergy bits.

Indeed, even the little lake remains fluid.





I noted this driving to work from the airport. I’ve made a lot of trips to the airport lately. Daughters coming and going – that kind of thing.

Looking at the lake and shore from the east is lovely if you’re used to always gazing at it from the lake path on the west. I like the change.

Still, it’s cold out there. Absence of birgy bits notwithstanding.