It's been sleeting now since about seven o'clock monday night. Steadily. The drive home last night was a little tense. So it was going in and back home today. I'm not that worried about me. I lived in Alaska for four years and I have a pretty good handle on driving on icy roads. It's the other people I'm worried about. They tend to do stupid and unexpected things.
But I made it there and back again, obviously. Not a whole lot happening, as most things were shut down. Can't do any rec because the yard is covered in about four inches of sleet. Can't take the little darlin's out in that. All they have to wear on their feet in Adseg is shower shoes. Their little piggies would freeze. Most likely one of the little nits would fall down and hurt himself. So no rec, and not much else to do. A calm night, for a change.
I'm not used to having nothing to do.
Went out and searched a few cells, just for fun. Got grumbled at. No big deal.
But it was on the way out something kind of nice happened. It was weird and cool.
Me and Chuck were walking out. There was some sort of argument going on in the lieutenants office so we skirted through and burned out quick.
Got up to the main gate and I heard this sweet noise.
Tinkling...... ringing like tiny sleighbells off in the distance.
I held up my hand and we just stopped and listened for a second. It was cool.
Sleet falling through the razor wire on top of the fence.
It was the neatest sound I had ever heard inside the prison.
It made my night.
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