The sun shined, but droplets hit as if I were skiing through a rainstorm.
It wasn’t a sun shower.
Rather trees at Hazle Twp. Community Park were shedding from the previous day’s sleet storm.
I got pelted by crystals as soon as I began skiing toward Lake Irena.
In a few hundred feet, my hair was damp.
If the ice had been fully frozen I’d probably be scarred.
Trees were shaking off water water like a dog emerging from the lake.
I pulled on my hood as a shield and kept skiing.
The plops provided a soundscape to a landscape that included clear crystals of ice glinting off the snow.
Ice still covered the lake, but water was opening as near the bridge.
After a half-hour on the trail, the trees had lost their glaze.
The ice fall had ceased, and the sun beamed through pure blue sky.