It sounds like a herd of scorpions doing the Broadwayesque gang fingersnap fight from West Side Story;* or perhaps the tiny clatter of a big box of buttons, being endlessly tipped and tilted. What it is, is the freezingest kind of freezing rain, hitting frozen and making a tiny clash -- one of millions -- with the impact. And it's been going on for a couple of hours at least.
Side streets around Roseholme Cottage were already skating rinks. Tomorrow's predicted high will be 30 degrees. F.
I have no plans to leave the house.
* There -- serves you right, too.
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1 year ago