the glacier

Our front porch has a metal roof. A few weeks after our big ice storm, when the weather started warming up a bit, the mass of ice and snow that had collected there began its exit. You couldn’t hear it moving or anything. And it took several days for us to notice. Dad was in town and suggested chipping it off with the ice chopper. It only took a couple whacks before the whole shelf came down at once. Holy shit.

the glacier