Dept of Threadbare Metaphors
Dec. 19th, 2008 07:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
randy_byersThe blanket of snow has turned into a sheet of ice.
Didn't see any bicycles on the Burke-Gilman trail on the way to work this morning, although I saw a few struggling perilously homeward last night. There were a fair number of cars on the road today, however, and everywhere a chorus of clanking chains and the whine of spinning tires. Like a writer who has nothing to write about but the weather.
Didn't see any bicycles on the Burke-Gilman trail on the way to work this morning, although I saw a few struggling perilously homeward last night. There were a fair number of cars on the road today, however, and everywhere a chorus of clanking chains and the whine of spinning tires. Like a writer who has nothing to write about but the weather.
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Date: 2008-12-19 05:49 pm (UTC)I wondered last night whether some of the bicyclists had special tires. They seemed to be going carefully, but I would have been walking my bike, if I'd had one.