The Month of Ice

Bryant Park, photograph
courtesy of Rick Moore

Here in NYC, February is the month of ice — the 28 days I spend dreading I’ll freeze permanently.  It would be realist to worry about frostbite, but no, I have nightmares that I’ll ice over into The Incredible Frozen Woman, perpetually on display at some Lapland ice bar. 

So what do I do about it?  I ice skate.  Go figure.

Proof that I really do skate. Photograph courtesy of
J.S. Graustein.