An icy fog descended on Colorado last night bringing with it freezing drizzle making the morning commute a dance with disaster. The traffic map on the news is lighting up like a Christmas tree with delays and accidents. I headed outside to a magical fairy wonderland. Every blade of grass, pine needle, stick, fence is covered in a delicate glaze of ice.
Tiny, delicate crystals cover everything. Fragile, ethereal, exquisitely beautiful creations littering the winter scape.
Despite the cold, I lingered outside soaking in the magic. The sun has started to peek through the clouds, slowly melting away the magic.
