One always has to go somewhere.
Overcoming it. Ugh.
The first milestone: that thick winter coat (clumsy).
Wind.
Crunching snow.
Hand on the ice: not too thick. Good. (It’ll probably get worse.)
A second spark of relief: no frozen doors. (It’ll probably get worse.)
The double déjà vu: that feeling of needing the ice scraper again after months, touching it, remembering how it feels in my hand (And: the memory of last year. When I almost used a very similar photo for this blog.)
The ice: like butter. Good. (It’s okay if it gets worse.)
Everything’s smooth.
Using one hand is enough.
No further pressure needs to be applied.
Stripe by stripe, fine and precise (what’s the name of that special rake in Zen gardens?).
A warm-up exercise for the things yet to come.
Ice crystals.
But slowly the light comes through.
How much I actually like my old, humble buddy (my car).
I’m so much looking forward to be on your side for yet another year.
And again: a post that feels unexpectedly meta.
Here we go!