First Fall

I just had my first fall of the season. Last year, I had a few dramatic spills (although far fewer than Beth), so this year, I have decided to document them.

I was walking out of my apartment building and deftly navigating my way around some snow-covered cars and icy paths. I made it to the street and was heartily congratulating myself on not falling. However, my self-congratulation was promptly interrupted by gravity and its diabolical contract with black ice. I landed on my knees with minimal flailing (which is progress from last year). The nice guy who works at the nearby store ran out to make sure I was okay. I suffered one skinned knee and one pair of dirty corduroys.