It rained last night. Well, part of the time. The temperature hovered over and under the freezing point – that magical space between liquid and solid.
Drivers, highway maintanence, and emergency responders dislike nights like this. Cars slip and slide when direction or speed changes. Right into signs, trees, or each other. Messy! Expensive!
While the morning coffee brews I step out onto the patio. Into a world of sparkling branches as the winter sun glints off branches, fences, and even trash left outside during the night.
I’ll take a moment. Drink in a little of God’s workmanship with my coffee. Icicles are a fleeting thing.