Ice is slippery, and hard. Call me master of the obvious. Inattention and worn house slippers are no match for ice. At least I didn’t drop the mail when I fell. Unlike other contexts where falls occur, on ice there is no time to see yourself in slow motion, to think, damn, this going to hurt, or even to brace yourself. No. One second you’re mindlessly scuffing along, sorting the mail in hand, and then BLAM!, you’re down. Ouch.
Moon rising over the Chugach Mountains. Resurrection Bay is still. No sign of otters, which there commonly is during the day at this spot. Half mile from our beach house.
Three weeks until the days begin to get longer! Not that we’ve noticed the shorter days too much this winter. It’s been weird this year in the sense we’ve had bluesky for weeks now, such that everything this feeble sun has to offer is unfiltered by clouds, which we haven’t seen one of in weeks. Consequently, we have almost no snow, maybe an inch here and there, barely enough to cover Fall’s leaves. Recall last year we had a record setting eleven feet of snow.