The snow froze everything into one large, white block...
it was not powdered, nor soft, it was solid.
There it was, no-one could remove it... nor smooth it.
The block prevented everything from continuum. No traffic could move, no shopping could be done, and so went the hours... drip by drip.
Until eventually, the white block began to melt.
and transform.
The melting process was lethal to all.
it was slippery, like feet on sheets of wet glass.
The world was a massive ice-rink where no-one came prepared with the right foot gear.
We skated, here and there, from that side to the far side.
Skidding, sliding, falling, colliding, breaking and making...
it to the end of the road.
The snow, the white block, turned to ice... mushy and nice.
It rained and it rained, on the melting ice
which caused drivers to think at least twice.
Christmas and ice.
They go together, yes, very nice.
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