Still trying to decide whether I walked, shuffled or skated from my car to the train platform. After the bone-chilling polar vortex cold of almost -50F windchill, then jumping to 51F four days later, you thought you’ve seen it all. Until today’s ice storm followed by a blustery whiteout outside my window. That groundhog was either hallucinating seeing a shadow or high on imported grass.
The icicles do look pretty, though!