Everyone anticipated a big winter storm. As often happens in the Real (Deep) South, we got ice, but no snow.
Encapsulating ice. Ice on every twig, but the roads are merely wet, not frozen.
Still, ice is ice, and it's cold out there.
Nobody is prevented from driving, and schools and businesses can continue as usual. No breaks. No vacations. No days off. Just bone-chilling cold and wind. All the discomfort of a winter storm without any of the fun.
Every branch sheathed in ice.
Inside, I light candles to remind me that there is warmth in winter too -- warmth inside.