Moscow is melting!

Russia is not near any major oceans, so the weather here does not fluctuate wildly like it can in the United States. It gradually gets colder in the fall until it is subzero for months on end. Now it is March and it is gradually getting warmer until eventually there will be green grass, and unfrozen, albeit cold waters. Right now is the most dangerous time in Moscow, I think, because the temperatures dip below freezing at night and rise above zero during the day: melt, freeze, melt, freeze, slip and fall and crack your skull.

You have to be extremely careful walking on the pavement now that Jack Frost is getting ready to hibernate. But the dangers have their benefits. It is springtime, one degree Celsius, 35 degrees Fahrenheit! After the past month, I am not exaggerating when I say I'd be comfortable wearing a t-shirt outside, maybe not for hours but for an hour or maybe two, sure.

Many of the sidewalks are blocked so that city workers can clear the rooftops of deadly icicles and falling snow. Yesterday a chunk of snow and ice the size of maybe a baseball fell from a six-story building and landed about six feet from me. I was well away from the side of the building, but a gust of wind blew it across the sidewalk. When I walked home last night I made sure to walk in the middle of the street, moving aside only for the occasional car.