Shouldn't…but Do

Black ice this morning.  Pretty treachery.  Transparent deceit hidden until after the fall.

Picking along on foot, I finally located traction at roadside, in the residue of the last big meltdown.

In the thick of things, we throw what we can at the blizzard to keep from sliding off.  After the storm subsides, it turns out the effort, and the good energy, live on, in the grit left behind.  Useful to know.