All the puddles and all the usual mushy places are crusted over this morning. It is with great purpose that my son declares that there is ice to crack today. Later in the day yesterday, once things had cooled considerably, he was anxious to get outside again to crack up some icy puddles. He has a baseball bat and jumping feet for the job.
That crunch satisfies that urge to break the surface, after all, "leaves in frozen puddles do not move around." This ice breaking is not the loosey goosey corporatized kind of activity we, as adults have come to resent. It's like work to four-and-a-half year olds, this ice breaking exercise.
oh, i love that... the look, sound, feel of that CRACK!
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