it's always a breath of fresh air
in many senses of the phrase
to get out of the city.
even if it means a long white-knuckled drive
in terrible conditions
on christmas evening.
those ugly conditions created for us
a fairytale backdrop
that we woke up to the next morning.
the ice storm also meant
we were without electricity and hot water
and couldn't go swimming--
but instead we found plenty to do
in the wide open air.
sledding, eating ice, hiking,
making ice houses and playing
who can keep the largest piece of ice intact.
and with this
we wished ourselves a merry christmas
before returning to the heart of the city.
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