A couple of days ago, I went in search of nearby winter weather. I found ice. Everywhere.
Every blade, every twig, encased in ice.
Spruce needles bulk up with ice.
There was ice in the fog, and on everything I could see.
Branches are pretty cool, but these branches take that to a new level.
If any surface was exposed, it had ice on it or ice hanging from it.
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