Winter

Winter blew back into town yesterday, screaming southward on gusty gale-force winds, dropping a swirling maelstrom of snow on the morning rush hour and then freezing it solid with a sudden, 20-degree plunge into frigid.

It made for some interesting views when I came out of work; patchwork skeins of ice plastered to the cars, stalactites hanging off of bumpers like ragged teeth, hard rivulets of freeze ribboning the sidewalks; and, here and there, scattered piles of crushed ice, as if some angry winter god had frozen the sky and then smashed it to bits with a big-ass godhammer.