The hoarfrost arrives

As the snow first falls, it’s really nice. It looks great when flakes drift through the streetlights, sounds nice when the countryside gets quiet, blankets the villages and fields in postcard-ready accents.  But, after a few days, ‘not so much.  It’s a grind scraping and shoveling the car, shivering on windy platforms waiting for delayed trains, cleaning salt off shoes before business meetings.

Things turned sloppy yesterday afternoon as temperature rose above freezing: by evening the fog settled in.  The clear East Anglican skies caused temperatures to plunge, then the moisture started to condense on every chilled surface.

The results, this morning, were magical: there’s a larger album at my Flickr site.