Elina sits in traffic on Pentonville Road. The cars ahead of her stretch out like a glacier of chrome and glass.
I think both of them, the
metaphor and the hyperbole, work pretty well so, I have nothing to correct here. And this is
perfect because I´m on my holidays and we, the teachers, need to disconnect
from work avoiding telling off or correcting anything.
I knew glaciers move very slowly but I have found out in a Google search that their average speed is 50 meters per year. Really frustrating for a jam, indeed.
´A glacier of chrome and glass´ sounds good, even like a line in a song by Javier Krahe.
