
Kentucky ice storm
Crash! Thump!
Another trunk sized branch laden with ice broke free and hissed through the darkness on its way down. It sounded like a chandelier hitting the ground as ice exploded like crystal onto the leaves nearby.
Day 3 of an ice storm here in Kentucky and it has taken its toll. Granted, our “ice storm” would be considered a light dusting in places like Minnesota, but it is still enough to nearly shut down life in Lexington.
The trees aren’t the only things taking a pounding. Having sat inside for the last few days, my sanity is coming unraveled just like the city’s power grid. Outside, my truck sits encapsulated in a solid block of impenetrable ice, just daring me to move it. Just like Martin Sheen in Apocalypse Now, I feel myself growing softer. If I had a mirror I would have leaped up in delirium and punched it by now.
The voices in my head finally peaked in a shrill chorus and in a moment of madness I found myself crunching out into the deserted streets around midnight last night. Always go where the action is. Unfortunately at midnight in an iced-over suburbia on foot, that is easier said than done.
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