The ground is awfully glittery.
With every single step I took tsmorning on my way to the bus stop the ground glitters and glimnered and sparkled. It was like a giant had engorgio’d my Wink of Stella and proceeded to paint the pavements with it.
I fell like that simile explains more about me than it does the situation I’m trying to describe…
My point was its frosty-icy. I don’t like ice – I’m clumsy enough without the surface beneath my feet conspiring against me.