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Balls of ice
Nov. 6th, 2009 05:11 amThis morning's walk to work was bright and clear. Blue skies and warm in a 2-sweaters-and-a-jacket kind of way. As I approached campus, the skies suddenly darkened and it started to pour.
Ha! You think you've got me, Mother Nature, but I am prepared! After all, I have just been living in Florida where no summer day is complete without a spontaneous twenty minute tidal wave.
I pulled up the hood of my coat and looked heavenwards .... to receive a face full of icy hail stones.
Oh right. That would be the difference from Florida.
A few minutes later and the skies cleared to an innocent blue again and I limped off towards my department. While not particularly wet, I was covered with ice chips and my nose hurt from its shrapnel bombardment.
Okay fine. I admit it. I wasn't prepared for this.
Ha! You think you've got me, Mother Nature, but I am prepared! After all, I have just been living in Florida where no summer day is complete without a spontaneous twenty minute tidal wave.
I pulled up the hood of my coat and looked heavenwards .... to receive a face full of icy hail stones.
Oh right. That would be the difference from Florida.
A few minutes later and the skies cleared to an innocent blue again and I limped off towards my department. While not particularly wet, I was covered with ice chips and my nose hurt from its shrapnel bombardment.
Okay fine. I admit it. I wasn't prepared for this.
