Atlanta has been snuggly tucked under a layer of ice and snow for the better part of a week. Today we finally got out. Just barely and against my husband’s better judgment. But when faced with choosing between hazardous road conditions and between a wife who’s been sick with a fever and now contracting a rather serious bout of cabin fever, the smart man chose the former.
This is what I saw:
I saw icy roads sanded with red Georgia dirt.
I saw gnarly icicles that looked like Buddha’s Fingers.
I saw people shuffling down the sidewalks like penguins with their arms stuck out from their sides.
I saw houses that looked like they were covered with shiny meringue.
I saw traffic lanes ignored, and new lanes forged by following in the tracks of a car that came before.
I saw snowmen with straw hats, snowmen holding red berries of heavenly bamboo, and snowmen wearing evergreen branches on their heads as what I can only assume was supposed to be hair.
It was good to get out.