inter-dimensional salting

We’ve got some new snow, and the salt trucks were out in full force last night. When I am out of doors, bundled up and still suffering a chill, it troubles me to see cheerful puddles of brown water gleaming in the weak winter sunlight. Not so much the brown, but more the water concerns me. I do not believe that ice was originally intended to melt at 13 degrees, and by making it do so we may be upsetting the stability of our laughably few dimensions of existence.