Today is punctuated by the sounds of dripping melt water, the chopping of shovels and chisels, the tinkle of breaking icicles, and the squeals of cars struggling to free themselves from the ice.
A glaze of ice over everything, then a layer of tiny ice balls atop that. A sparrow attempting to land on the feeder wipes out. Even the grass is too slick to dare a crossing. The ice pellets hiss down, literal white noise.
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