Every day I have a break in between classes. And every day I stare out the window for no real reason. This is usually when I write my blogs, because I have no time at the office with its constant aura of impatience. As I look out, the whole yard is dominated by ice now. Snow came last week while my back was turned and under the feet of two million residents it has been trampled to a treacherous slickness. Naturally, no one scrapes the ice off the streets. The cars scrape it by being cars, but feet only pound it in until it's nearly impossible to get out. Although, in defense of my fair city, I did see a troupe of old ladies - opalar - scraping some of it out. I am eternally grateful.
I see ice outside. I see it from the inside. When I close my eyes it is behind my eyelids. Last night I graded homework by candlelight because there was a blackout again. My eyes hurt, but I was grateful for the scent of the candles (thanks to my mother) and the little heat they provided. Blackouts will be more common now, so it will be expected. I will rise above this. I will not need ice skates, just a little perseverance and balance exercises.