fear as cold as ice


Who said, “We have nothing to fear but fear itself”?

It was something like that.

Last night, an ice storm began.

Freezing on the roads….freezing on the driveway….ice on the bushes.

It must have rained a bunch while we were sleeping, though, because this morning nothing’s slick anymore.

Even the car windshield is clear.


That makes it so much less nerve-wracking for me when the roads aren’t covered in black ice.

But….there’s a two-hour delay for both of the schools my kids go to…..so I have to ask myself, even though the roads are full of traction:


Maybe nothing….but, now….all I have to fear is….fear.

Fear of the unknown.

Fear of the thing that somebody else warned me about.

Better safe than sorry, though, right?

Better to be nervous about the bad thing that might happen than to be blissfully unaware and mellow about the day.

I do know that it feels different than I thought it would.

More comfortable.

Oh….here’s a quick thought before I go…..

Why is it that in cartoons, the mailman is always a cranky son-of-a-gun?

That has no relation to reality.

What mailman have you ever known that seemed to be a cranky son-of-a…..?

What’s that about?

Easy day…..easy hard day after the holiday.

Now I’ve just got to figure out what all the fuss is about…..before I slide off the mountain after hitting that hidden patch of BLACK ICE.

Stand fast…..steady….steady.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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