“Come now,” says December to me, her voice soft as snowflakes, crystal eyes spying my raised eyebrow, sharp ears catching my grumble. “Surely it’s only fair? After all, it’s only 5 months of the year…”
I grimace, thinking of grit and filthy crusts of old mounds of snow, but forgive this fresh and timely dusting—it is pretty, I admit—even as I swipe off the slush from the windshield and try to avoid the annual grime on my white coat.
But my foot slips and down I go. I look up to catch December’s wicked grin. A flash of white shoulders, a flick of platinum hair—she is gone.
There’s a silvery echo on the air that does not bode well.
Ha – so you bit it, eh? I love this. You made falling on your ass sound special.
A good sign, I would hope, of a wordsmith?
PS. Admit it: you just liked the picture.
I was hoping for some nudity
Snort! Not in winter!
What? Sexytimes isn’t seasonal!
If you want, I can send you a copy of our “Slips, Trips and Falls” presentation, along with our “Approved Winter Footwear Procedure”
I like winter just fine.
As long as I can stay at home, inside, by the fire!
(Hope that your “kinetic encounter with Earth” didn’t leave you with any bruises!)
Brett: AHAHAHAHA!!
PS. I’m okay, just a sore back that is being tended to; it’s long-standing…
*ahem* as long as I can stay home, inside, by the fire… and dream of New Zealand’s green hills.
Ah, but of course.
Ah, well that’s good to hear (that you’re okay).
Yes, and not only that, it’s been raining and almost ten degrees since. Go figure! I’m not complaining. I assume up where you are it’s colder? And that you’ve had snow?
Very lovely, Steph. =) Even if it was a clever way to say “I slid on the ice today”. Love the imagery.
Further, she (December) reminds me of some character I wrote at some point.
And lastly.. The first and only (to date) time I’ve slid on ice outside was rather humorous.. I was trying to open my car door, driver’s side being on the shady side that had preserved the ice on the concrete below of course, and suddenly realized my feet were sliding in opposite directions. I fell into the splits! Not a pleasant experience, but thankfully I’m flexible enough that the worst of it was contact with the icy concrete.
Sly vixens the cold ladies can be.
Look forward to more, as ever,
~Me
Ha! Nice piece of writing!
No snow in Toronto yet….actually it’s quite lovely albeit bloody cold!
Snowed like crazy this morning, huge fast-swirling flakes, but it didn’t stick. It’s cold here, too, at 2 degrees…wonder how Mom and Dad are loving it.
Kat: Ouch! The splits! Bet that hurt like crazy! I’m totally not that flexible…
Though I must admit, that photo you have of that Snow-Ice-Queen Witch…
She’s kinda HAWT.
I’m with Brett: I love the snow, but only when I’m holed up inside by a roaring fire (which, luckily, I am most of the time!). Actually, I really like winter hiking, too. (especially when it ends with cocoa and peppermint schnapps by the fire!)
Rebecca: I’d love to stay home and edit by the fire all day!! I’m jealous of you. I generally dislike winter, but if I get snowshoes this year, I think I might have a better time!
Friar: Sorry I can’t introduce you!
That’s okay…I hear she’s already going out with Jack Frost, anyway.
GROAN!!