Glossing Over

While not germane to my point at the time, the illustration for this post did not depict a lake as might be assumed. It was the Mississippi, iced over.

The mist which yielded these lovely otherworldly views -

- had settled upon the already frozen landscape quite heavily one night, in between several days of deep freeze. The predawn chill froze it where it lay. Which was everywhere. Sure, I've seen (and slipped on) iced-over roads before. I've seen the odd tree wrapped in frost before.

But I do wish to emphasize: everywhere. Every tree. Every leaf. Every fence.

Every individual blade of grass was flash-frozen in a crystal coffin that would've made Snow White jealous.

Best of all, the fog bank had covered entire counties, heavy and uninterrupted. As I drove out to the river, save for the freshly salted roads I think you could find at least twenty square kilometers, grass, houses, trees, trash cans, everything encased in a single massive, contiguous, transparent layer of glaze. The world had been vitrified.

 

Sure, it's not unique. But as rare as eclipses. Ah, when they make days like this, they break the mold. Literally.