The snow is beginning to melt.  The solid masses that line our road sides are diminishing in size.  The melt water flows beneath these urban iceburgs and creates dirt infused ice shelves.  The perfect atmosphere for stomping.  Stomp, crackle, stomp, crunch, stomp, sploosh, stomp, pock… that is me ice stomping while I walk.  Enjoying the sensations and sounds of a well placed stomp.  The best is the sound you get when a particularly thick piece of ice breaks under the vigorous application of your boot.  Happy aggression release.  Puddles, mud, slush, ice, and bubble wrap: instruments of stomping joy.  I will also mention there is a lot of satifaction in angry stomping too, stairs and wooden floors particularly.  One is child-like, the other is childish, both are gratifying.