Inhabiting a world of sharp edges and hard surfaces
Ice storm last night. Everything's frozen. When I go outside, the air sounds sharp and crackly, as if there are ghosts all through the neighborhood, chipping away at the ice. But it's just the wind cracking it off tree branches and telephone wires.
posted by Lurid @ 12/04/2005 12:06:00 PM
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I'd jump on that in a second. Probably not safe, but a lot of fun things aren't.
Geez, it's 60 degrees here. When is it gonna get cold and stay cold?
-Suley
mmmmmm, sounds like a hot chocolate and old blackandwhite movies kind of day ...
We got our first snow last night in Hell's Kitchen, NYC...
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I guess the ice storms missed downtown. It was bitterly cold and wet but no ice.
Cool. Try jumping with Ice Skates!
Coolness!
Makes me wanna jump on it.
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