Trees, grass, all are frozen this morning. This is treacherous ice, silent and invisible. But, it’s there. Roads are coated and schools are closed. There is no walking or driving on it. Try it and one misstep and it’s a sudden meeting with the ground.
The only living things stirring are squirrels and birds, picking up seeds from where I flung them. NW Arkansas is locked in winter’s frozen embrace. It’s a good day for staying in by the fire.
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