3.
HENOMENON
WHEN I OPENED MY EYES IN THE MORNING, SOMETHING WAS DIFF-
erent.
It was the light that was different.
It was still the still, gray-green light of a cloudy day in the forest, but it was clearer somehow. I realized there was no fog veiling my window.
I jumped up to look outside, and then groaned in a state of horror.
A fine layer of snow covered the yard, dusted the top of my truck, and whitened the road. But that wasn't the worst part. All the rain from yesterday had frozen solid, coating the needles on the trees in fantastic, gorgeous patterns, and making the driveway a deadly ice slick. I took all this in from my bedroom window after I'd just woken, and I groaned. Again. I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now and avoid the coming disaster that I was sure to meet.