Columbus is slick today.
First, let’s get the prosaic out of the way. Save the best for last, right? At least, that’s my strategy for food, and I mean, you can’t go wrong when you apply food methods to field methods. It’s raining ice here in the heart of it all, and I’m waddling around in an effort to avoid falling. Some classes are canceled, people are soaked, and the sky is dreary. But…
Let’s get to the beauty.
The ground shimmers at night, each pool of light shooting out infinite rays. All the tiny droplets glistening made me wish I had the proper facility of photography, brush, or words to convey the magic I saw on those tree branches on my way home. Snowbeds look like they have been shellacked–not a pleasant look for a lawyer’s hair, but quite surreal for my trek. Finally, the sense of camaraderie that sparks in the air as you look around and accidentally make eye contact with others hovered precariously in the slick–magnetic (hopefully not with the ground).
