The Buddhists say that if you really hate something, you should lean into it and truly understand your feelings. Don’t avoid it: revel in it. The only way around is through.
It is with this in mind that I present today’s blog. Case in point – I hate brown slush. Sure, a snowstorm is terrific and skiing is awesome and winter has its charm, but the brown, diesel-colored sludge churned onto the road for three months puts me in a state of apoplectic depression.
I have hated it since I was a kid, those frozen mountains of black snow backed into the corners of all the parking lots in Iowa. I want to get a giant hair dryer and melt them all. I despise walking in it, then seeing my own footprints re-frozen day after day. Just thinking about brown sludge can make me stop what I’m doing and force me to think about other nice things, like daisies or blue jays.
So, in an effort to quell this horror, I am offering three examples of prime brown slush right here on the blog. May it be a reminder to myself in gentler times about the beast Earth and its wobbling axis.
8th Avenue bus stop trough slush
puddle slush congealed corner 7th Avenue and Union
car-spackled slush oozing on Berkeley Street