Thursday, February 2, 2017

There is Beauty in Treachery

An icy fog descended on Colorado last night bringing with it freezing drizzle making the morning commute a dance with disaster.  The traffic map on the news is lighting up like a Christmas tree with delays and accidents.  I headed outside to a magical fairy wonderland.  Every blade of grass, pine needle, stick, fence is covered in a delicate glaze of ice. 

Tiny, delicate crystals cover everything.  Fragile, ethereal, exquisitely beautiful creations littering the winter scape.

Despite the cold, I lingered outside soaking in the magic.  The sun has started to peek through the clouds, slowly melting away the magic.