This month alone 36 inches of snow has fallen down on us. This has led to a plethora of icicles hanging from the edges of our roofs. Yesterday I was looking out the kitchen window of my father. The icicles hung down from above and they looked like clear, pointy teeth. I felt like I was Jonah inside the whale only this whale was not a whale at all but a Great White Shark. I have seen icicles larger than my leg. I have seen icicles larger than a human body. I saw an icicle hanging from a two story house that almost reached the ground. I drive home and the accumulation effect of seeing so many icicles makes me think the roof of each house is a large white upper lip and the icicles are sharp cold teeth. I read once that an icicle makes the ultimate murder weapon because the evidence melts away. All these icicles are getting to me. So you know what they say, never tell a secret to an icicle. Why? Because they break under pressure.
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