I've often spoken about my love of snow. It's powdery, fluffy, sparkling, enchanting and magical stuff. However, like so many other things, there's an evil side of it ... ice. Yeesh, ice is only good on banquet tables when it's carved into a swan, or floating in your favorite beverage in little cubes. Ice is heavy, so it knocks down power poles, and ice is tough to scratch off your vehicle windows--so fools only scrape a small window to see through as they drive. Worst of all, ice is slippery. I've fallen on ice, slid on ice (while walking or driving), and gotten hurt on ice (again, while walking or driving). Ice is a nasty bit of work.
These two items do fit very nicely among the many things that it's pleasant to see but not interact with. Look out your window and see your shrubbery frozen by ice and you may smile quite a lot. However, look out another window and see your car covered with ice and you won't smile at all. I can only imagine the consternation a city manager must deal with when reports of massive ice storms ruins their day (though I live in a typically warm state, so maybe I'm overthinking this issue). Somehow, I can't imagine anyone clapping upon hearing that an ice storm is imminent.
Weather is a topic of discussion wherever you live, and since it constantly changes we many times point to it for examples of certain people. Lightning quick. Stormy personality. Sunny disposition. Gloomy. Overcast. There are a thousand descriptions tied specifically to the weather. Why? Easy, because we all understand general weather. Using weather to describe things is a powerful method to capture the imagination, and draw out emotion.
So, have you heard anyone say they love ice? Can't say I have, but it sure is pretty cut into a swan...
- M
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