Metaphor

I think it was the Meatloaf song - Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad - that had the poetic line of "crying icicles instead of tears".

I'd like to say that the metaphor turned literal today and that the Blog has become a haven for authenticating lyrical creativity.

But alas, the photos are just of Jack's Dad - outside in minus 40 wind chill conditions - shoveling yet another round of immense snow.
The tears are nothing but frozen sweat.
Frozen.
Much like the rest of him.
No tears, I'm afraid. Just ice.

Ah ... well.
It's probably the closest we'll ever get.


L.