I have to tell you that I love me an ice storm, but only within reason. By “within reason,” I mean a very thin coating of ice on everything, followed by a quick thaw.
What we’ve gotten around here the past few times we had an ice storm is not within reason. We’ve had a thick coating of ice on everything, followed by weeks of sub-freezing temperatures.
The power lines are sagging. The trees are bending under the weight; limbs are breaking and falling. Not only does that do the trees no good at all, the limbs could fall on the power lines. Or, come to that, my poor little head.
So: ice is beautiful, but sad.
This is our beautiful river birch. 🙁
Oh, dear, oh, dear.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What is your main character’s attitude toward ice?