”In skating over thin ice, our safety is in our speed.”
Winter reigns. It is another grey, cold day. Right now it is 28°. The high for today will be 32°(insert snort of derision here). I could go to the dump but I doubt I will. I am into warmth and comfort. I am into cozies and hot coffee. I am into staying home. As Scarlett was wont to say, “I’ll think about that tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day.”
We have a little bit of snow on the ground but only on yards and lawns and my car of course. The snow crunches underneath when I walk on it. We had a bit of a melt then the cold came back and everything froze. Walking takes attention.
When I was a kid, we’d walk across the field on our way to school. Winter walks were the most fun. The snow tops on the field often froze. We could never resist them. We’d put our school bags down, get running starts and jump on the snow tops. They would crack and send snow quake lines cross the field to break the snow. We watched the lines travel. They became snow quakes. They never moved in a straight line. They moved quickly across the snow tops. We always watched for a while.
Where I lived in Ghana is the hottest part of the country, the driest part of the country. The worst weather is during the Harmattan occurring from December to February. Intense, dry winds come and cover everything in dust. Cleaning doesn’t clean. The air is so dry that lips and heels crack. Mosquitos and most other bugs disappear. The water is turned off a few days during the week so filled buckets waited in the shower room for my nightly shower, a Harmattan bucket bath, and toilet flushing. I got hoarse from the dust, walked on my tiptoes when my heels cracked from the dryness, stopped missing the rain and learned to live with haze. The Harmattan had one bright spot, the nights. I did love the nights. They were cold, down to the 50’s. I snuggled under a scratchy wool blanket on my bed. I never imagined I would need a blanket in Ghana.
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