My quick jaunts up The Hill have been marred lately by the snow. It's stopped snowing now but for the last three days or so, there was continuous snow. When I wrote about it in November, The Hill looked like this:
Now when I stop to rest, this is my view:
There's no way for me to get to work without walking up this hill. The best public transportation option would add 2+ hours. Walking down The Hill when I come home is nothing short of treacherous. During the day, the temps are a little higher and the snow on the road is mostly water, but at night, I walk down a flight of stairs that has frozen over.
I used the picture the other day in a whimsical post. Back in the days when I didn't have to go to work, I thought snow was soooo lovely. Now I go down these, gripping the rail the entire way and imagining myself sliding alllll tthhhee wayyyyy down. The second part of the stairs (oh yeah, this is only 1/2 of the stairs and 1/4 of the total distance) doesn't have a rail so I hold onto a fence and a tree branch, cursing aloud in Turkish and English.
I'm ready for summer.