Christmas Eve was upon us, the sun was shining brightly, it was a cold -10 Celsius under a huge dome of high pressure and the ice was not going anywhere.
The destruction of the storm seemed to fade and beauty was everywhere.
No words.
The ice turned the grass into rods of glass.
Without Junior Christmas did not have the cheer it usually had and the ice just made it weird. I also felt bad, there were still tens of thousands of people without power and heat.
Christmas Day mass unusually empty and I'm pretty sure the storm was a direct reason.
A statue of Joseph with his hands covered in ice.
It snowed... yes, 4 inches or 10 centimeters of the white stuff fell overnight on top of all the residual ice.