Phenomenon
When I opened my eyes in the morning, something was different.
It was the light. It was still the gray-green light of a cloudy day in the forest, but it was
clearer somehow. I realized there was no fog veiling my window.
I jumped up to look outside, and then groaned in horror.
A fine layer of snow covered the yard, dusted the top of my truck, and whitened the
road. But that wasn't the worst part. All the rain from yesterday had frozen solid —
coating the needles on the trees in fantastic, gorgeous patterns, and making the driveway
a deadly ice slick. I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it
might be safer for me to go back to bed now.

