appearance. This year, however, snow would become a persistent visitor, and for some it became a guest who overstayed its welcome. For me, however, it was an opportunity. It was time to give air to a little of my crazy side. Running in an ice storm is not something I would advise. Conditions are slick, making falling a real hazard. Tree limbs randomly break off, with serious consequences for anyone in the wrong place at the wrong time. Did I mention that cars occasionally slide out of control down the streets? It’s not exactly a runner’s paradise. Still, there is something eerie and beautiful about the ice that calls to me. I don my Yaktrax shoes equipped with steel coils on the soles to grip the ice and snow. The coils miraculously give me some much-need traction as I run in such dreadful and dangerous winter conditions. My winter adventures would be almost impossible without them. Then I took to the streets. Icicles glimmered in the early morning sun from every rooftop and tree branch. Common items like cars and street posts sparkled as they were decoratively adorned with a layer of perfectly clear ice. Nothing was spared the icy embrace. It was like a giant can of polyurethane spilled over the entire city, coating everything in its path. To me it seemed like heaven. Everything, no matter how old and worn
Mia, the author’s pal and snow enthusiast.
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