12/16/24

Ice on the window. The view is wobbly. My husband’s feet crunch as he moves down the sidewalk.

This weather is unlike anything I experienced in my desert childhood. In Arizona where I grew up, nothing frozen ever fell from the sky. But sometimes I would check my horse’s water in the morning and find a thin coating of ice on top. I would lift the round sheet out and drop it onto the sand outside the corral. If I left it in the shade, sometimes the cracked pieces would still be lying there when I came back to feed in the evening. This always struck me as remarkable.