freezing fog

This morning I pushed out my solitary trash can full of left-overs, empty food boxes, bags, etc. There must have been enough "smell-goods" in there though, that something with a big black beak and eerie caw was tempted to dig through it and scatter its finds all over in front of my drive way. 

I noticed this because I had more trash to take out, so I glanced out my front window and saw I still had time. I left the last trash bag open so I could clean up the mess out front. 

My red coat was the one I chose so my red plaid pajama bottoms still looked a little stylish. Opening the front door I noticed I was walking into a cloud. But as soon as I took that first step I realized it wasn't just any cloud. I was walking through particles of ice! I looked at my door stoop and saw that my Christmas wreath looked like one of those 'frosted' ones you can buy in the store. The snow had a layer of ICE on it, and the stairs were super slick. Don't worry... I have been perfecting my mountain-goat-sure-footedness. 

I thought I had walked through icy fog before... but not like this. You could pluck out the ice just hanging in the air! Poor garbage-men... I hear them outside now. Hope they're bundled up nice and tight!