The Eightieth Day of Winter

One fun part of winter that I cannot deny: crunching ice. When the sun heats the asphalt or sidewalk, it begins to melt the ice and leaves a little hollow beneath a ridge of ice. There is something distinctly satisfying about stepping on the ice and crunching the ridge. Think stomping on fall leaves or munching potato chips or popping bubble wrap.


Very satisfying.

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