Pure Magic

I thought yesterday's frost was pretty cool. This morning showed me I had no clue. Breathtaking is the only word that comes close.

I snapped pics around the yard, then sure I was missing better magic, packed the yeti in the car and drove around my neighborhood and to the park. Looky what I saw. It only got better as the sky got bluer.

The snow had a light crunch to every step. There were deer and rabbit tracks and Mr. Tucker had the best morning ever. Me too. It was really hard to take it all in. As I drove home, I saw a few neighbors standing in their yards with cameras, so I wasn't the only one mesmerized.

I woke my Rip Van Winkle 16 year old son and made him look out the window. He sat for a while and asked why everything was so white. Mom/nerd/weather geek told him a warm mass of moist air collided with cooler trees and crystals formed gently on every surface. What I should have said was Magic, my son, pure Magic.

Around noon, when the sun had warmed enough, the crystals on the trees fell softly and silently to the ground, sparkling glints of sunlight on their way down. I watched, and soaked it in so I could remember for ever and always.