I’m very thankful that ice hasn’t evolved to a point where it can climb stairs.
Look at this photo. All the giant chunks of ice in the Penobscot River have gathered at the foot of the steps that lead up to my running path.
Clearly, the ice has realized that the river is getting too warm for it to remain as its home for much longer. It knows that it either has to find a new place to hang its frigid hat, or it will simply become part of the river.
And don’t laugh at me for thinking that ice can evolve. We hear every day on the news that the Coronavirus is evolving and mutating into new strains that are more contagious and difficult for the vaccines to combat.
The virus has only been around since 2019 and it’s evolving. Ice has been around for all eternity, so you’d better believe it knows a thing or two about taking whatever steps are necessary in order to survive.
That was taken from the top of the steps. Just look at the determination in that ice. It knows it has to figure out a way to get out of the water, and it has correctly determined that the steps lead to salvation.
Winter in Maine is already overwhelming. Imagine what life would be like here if the snow and ice evolved to a point where it never melted. That would be my version of Hell, which is ironic given how snowy and icy it would be.
So I need for ice to not take this one small step for frozen water because it would be one giant leap into insanity for mankind.
After all, it’s the first day of Spring. Time for the snow and ice to be replaced by green grass and sunshine.
I put the chairs back out on the porch today. I don’t care what the temperature is, I’m acknowledging that Spring has sprung, and sitting out on my porch to enjoy it!
I even went for a walk to the library after my run because I wanted to be outside in the beautiful Spring sunshine. It was definitely worth it. Not only did I get some much needed fresh air, but I also got to visit all the books.
We have to do everything we can to keep the books safe during a pandemic. Most of them are very old, and since they’re made of paper, you really can’t inject them with a vaccine. I’m pretty sure that would mess with the ink, and cause the words to smear and become impossible to read.
In the morning, I plan to run along the river walk again. I just pray the ice hasn’t made any progress up the steps…
Happy Spring, Modern Philosophers!