Today is punctuated by the sounds of dripping melt water, the chopping of shovels and chisels, the tinkle of breaking icicles, and the squeals of cars struggling to free themselves from the ice.
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Lovely! Here, you'd have to add muttered curse words ....
Posted by: jo(e) | 2011.02.07 at 12:35 PM
Hah. That makes me realize I haven't heard any - I think people here prefer to glower and huff instead.
Posted by: Rana | 2011.02.09 at 05:26 PM
Love the way you use sound in these lines. :)
Posted by: Lené Gary | 2011.02.12 at 03:56 AM
Thanks! They were what most caught my attention. :)
Posted by: Rana | 2011.02.12 at 04:34 PM
I wish it were melting here! Thanks for reminding us of the sounds as well as the sights...
Posted by: beth | 2011.03.04 at 02:34 PM