When I went for a walk early this morning there was a thin layer
of snow just covering the icy streets. The sand trucks were out
putting down a layer of grit to add traction to the intersections.
Walking is really tricky in these conditions.
You never know when you're going to take a step and suddenly go flying.
Even the neighbor's cat was walking carefully.
The campus zombies on their way to class looked like they were dancing on marbles.
I would have laughed at them but I was too busy trying to keep my own feet under me.
I made it home safely unless you count the two steps I took through the ice
in a gutter which resulted in cold wet feet.
Maybe the zombies were just doing a snow dance.