We tread the icy path slowly and cautiously, for fear of tripping and falling.
Then turn abruptly, slip, crash on the ground and, rising, hasten on across the ice lest it cracks up.
We feel the chill north winds coarse through the home despite the locked and bolted doors…
this is winter, which nonetheless brings its own delights.
Well, Vivaldi (we presume) wrote it in Italian, then wrote the concerto/program music to accompany it.
...this is winter, which nonetheless brings its own delights, falls, glistenings and fatalities; get thee to your neighbourhood REI for Yaktrax, shoe salt and udder balm.
It means you've been auto-dialed by that credit card company you neglected to pay last month and there were no representatives immediately available when your voicemail picked up the auto-dialed call so you got to hear their hold music.
We tread the icy path slowly and cautiously, for fear of tripping and falling.
Then turn abruptly, slip, crash on the ground and, rising, hasten on across the ice lest it cracks up.
We feel the chill north winds coarse through the home despite the locked and bolted doors…
this is winter, which nonetheless brings its own delights.
Well, Vivaldi (we presume) wrote it in Italian, then wrote the concerto/program music to accompany it.
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