I awoke yesterday to a land of ice where I slip-slided to the corner in an attempt to make it to the bus, but gave up when I smashed to the ground and broke the handle to my favorite lunch box.
The ice is mostly melted today but it is still cold enough outside that I have no choice but to wear the thick yellow jacket my mother keeps trying to get me to throw away.
This afternoon, as I looked outside my office window, I noticed large white flakes floating past and I worried briefly that I would have to drive home in snow showers. It took only a moment before I realized that the white flakes were feathers. There is either some serious molting taking place on a ledge above or a seagull has exploded in mid-air.
The feathers, they keep coming.