30 degrees and dropping

[jack_babalon]

Powdered sugar sprinkled along the black ice. Icicles crying along the roof gently into the frozen puddles below. Small patches of snow huddled along the leaves and rocks. It's colder than a Skin 2 model at a comic book convention out there. Weather Channel screaming dire omens of car wrecks and frostbites. Doppler radar shows an ominous green cloud hovering over the ATL. I press my face against the window and blow a kiss to the winter wonderland outside. My breath leaves a fog patch on the window and I doodle a sigil with my finger.
I'm heading out there soon. I'm excited. Images of a nine year old Jack Babalon flinging snowballs at the buses in Brooklyn,Ny, snow fortresses seiged by the older kids, Mom making me hot chocolate and a pile of comic books in front of radiator. I've missed this kinda weather- the frozen beauty and danger roads, the slushballs and ninja dexterity needed to go down a hill, smell of fireplaces in the air and the skys opening up cold rain down on me.
Well here we go.

Comments

[infiniteapathy.livejournal.com]

i miss the weather too... except my snow fort would so kick your snow fort's ass...

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

No way man!
I would totally gentrify your snow fort and open up a starbucks and an Old Navy and make all your snow men soliders wear khakis.

[infiniteapathy.livejournal.com]

awwww man, you fight dirty... watch out for the urban sprawl of my snow fort, later spreading out and eventually annexing yours with an army of over-sized grocery store strip malls and upscale outdoor malls.