the next day dawned cold and sunny
the power was on too
the branches made a musical clatter when the wind rushed through them
the ice underfoot crunched
the late March sun melted the ice into what sounded like a rainshower in the woods
the tress were sparkling
I was spellbound
a thousand pictures and a million words could not do this day justice
wish you were here
and in a very short time it was gone
