By Lekha Murali
“Half an inch? hmm … too little, maybe an inch. That’s too much. Three-fourths seems about right. There now, just enough to cover the thin sheet of ice. There I’ve turned my kingdom into a skating rink,” he told himself with a wicked gleam.
“Wakey, wakey people, the sun is up, the sky is blue, the air is clear. It’s another brisk winter’s day. Come on, get into your cars and start your day,” Old Man Winter laughed, “Let the show begin.”