Glacial Speed to a Child

by Regis Boff

I am closer to the last Ice Age than most of you. It scared the shit out of me as a kid. Even while I slept, it was coming after me relentlessly. I knew it would eventually crush our family’s 1956 Chevy and mash our dimwit of a family dog. Glacial speed is fast to a child. I knew where my fur hooded coat and my galoshes ( bet you haven’t heard that word for a while) were, even in the summertime.
I am encouraged to fear the warm now. But I can’t. I am of an age that sleeps better when my bones aren’t being crushed by ice.