The snowstorm started while we were at church in DC two Sundays back, big wet flakes leaving a dusting on the ground by the White House. I used my new iPhone 5s to try and get slow motion clips of the snowflakes as they fell.
Later in the day the snow changed to sleet and frozen rain, glazing everything in a clear, thick shell of ice.
The car was completely coated and needed a half hour of hacking with a scraper to get all the ice off.
There is something decidedly poetic about the wintry suburban landscape I now find myself in. It’s not great poetry, but still.