At the exact moment I noticed the thick layer of ice underneath the light dusting of snow, I fell. It was one of those classic both feet fly up in the air falls where you land on your bum. I’m sure it was fairly comical to see, especially as I yelled shit rather loudly as I went down. But I also landed on my left wrist. And oh man, that hurt. Plus, the wrist instantly swelled.
After I got up I almost went right back down as the ice really was slippery. But I scrambled into the grass and made it out of the danger zone. It was about then that I began my annual cursing of the city and the lack of snow removal from sidewalks. Because by not removing the snow, there are inevitably points in the winter where those paths become sheets of ice. And today was once of those days.
Now I am icing my wrist at home and dreaming of warm weather.