Monday, December 19

 
 
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Vartiokyläntie, 11:22

 
 

Tyre tracks in the frozen snow. One of the several Hummers in the street has done some turning. I notice this as I venture outside as carefully as I can.

The rise in temperature hasn’t happened. Instead, the snow slid off the roof, laid out in big piles overnight, and turned into big blocks of ice.

I will wait to see if the sun decides to appear but I don’t expect it to.

Today I will probably have to stay indoors. The ground feels like a skating rink and I could do without celebrating Christmas with my arm in a cast.

I turn back.