Encased in Ice
Three days of sleet, rain, and freezing fog. I woke up this Christmas Eve Day to a world encased in ice. Every surface shiny with brittle glaze that crunches under my careful steps. I let the dog out the door and watch her skitter down the stairs onto the snow covered lawn. Her claws scratching for traction, she skates on top of the snow.
Stillness of silence, save for the crackling of falling branches, deep in the woods of this mountain. Salt and sand will be my companions today. The steepness of the driveway slips down to the main road where frozen slush covers the black tar and I have an agenda. The errands, last minute presents, stocking stuffers, groceries are weighing heavy on my mind like the glaze of ice weighing down the birches. Their slender trunks bent over with branches brushing the snow. I've waited three days for the storm to pass. The birches simply wait for sun and thaw. There is a lesson in it for me today. A lesson I spend my lifetime to learn.