Last night as I was being walked home by a certain viking, we noticed a heavy fog around us. And oh, was it chilly. I bet it was just below zero with very little wind. Our feet crunched the snow beneath us. Every road in our little town is still white-washed. It really is lovely.
While walking, I lost my footing. The viking kept me vertical and we both noticed something beautiful swaying above us.
The branches of every tree lining every road (gosh, what HAD I been looking at instead while walking?) were glistening with furry, white ice. The moonlight cut the fog and the branches absolutely glowed.
One more thing to love about Da Plains. Hoar frost. I'd never seen it before, and now, I'll never forget it.