It’s been brutal here the last couple of days, just brutal. 3 days ago it was almost 60 degrees, and everyone flitted down the sidewalk in a state of cardigan-wearing sunglasses-adorned pheromonal-surging ecstasy. Then – the next day:
BLIZZARD HELL.
And not just your basic snowfall. But the kind of storm where you walk outside, and you are hit in the face by horizontally flying ice-sparks. The ice-sparks are flying horizontally, not vertically, because the wind is enormous and freezing. The wind nearly blew me into the highway. I struggled up the hill to my house, head down against the wind, thinking: “Jaysus, what the hell…” The next day, there were drifts of snow, of course, but also ice-encrusted sidewalks. Treacherous. Apparently, the main problem with the roads the next day were long ice patches. Cars were flipping over on the interstates, stuff like that. I finally made it home, with the burning snow driving itself into my face, and the wind was so hard that all the windows of my apartment rattled, and shook, and the storm sounded like a ravening beast trying to get in.
Literally, the day before? Sunglasses, leather jacket, sneakers. Sunshine streaming down the avenues, people skipping along, giddy with spring.
This has been a schizophrenic season, indeed.
I almost prefer the ice-storm to the sunshine, but I’m crazy like that. Today again, we have another bitter cold day. The sky is clear and blue, but the AIR is frozen with a bone-deep kind of chill. The city sparkles on days like this. Everything seems almost too clear. The clarity hurts the eyes.
Quoth: “But the kind of storm where you walk outside, and you are hit in the face by horizontally flying ice-sparks.”
You said it, Red. It was a cancel-everything kind of day. If I may gratuitously link, I took pictures. From the safety of indoors. Not like the blizzard last weekend, when it was kind of fun to romp around and catch my cold.
No, it was the kind of storm where you really need to be inside. It felt WACKED out there. Your pictures are lovely, Linus … that’s not a gratuitous link at all!
Here too, Sheila. JEEZ! What’s up??? It’s March. I mean, heLLO!
Get me outa he-e-e-e-re!
oh, cry me a river.
–beth in massachusetts.
beth-heheh.
dave in minnesota
“Horizontally flying ice-sparks” is such a wonderfully evocative phrase that it almost pains me to share that in Sacramento yesterday it was a record-high 84 degrees.
But with this phrase, I think you’ve got the perfect title for a wonderful short story about Valentine’s Day – “An Eyeball, A Dozen Roses, and the Horizontally Flying Ice-Sparks.”