On Monday, we woke to a thin layer of ice from freezing rain.
It was slick enough to close the schools, which initially were on a two-hour delay.
The sun peeped out around 10 a.m., and the forest began to sparkle.
The ice glimmered like zirconium in a poor woman's wedding band.
A fog soon settled in, and the next time I looked, the ice was gone.