Today was a pretty gray day. Sometimes gray days are pretty, sometimes they are horrendous. I think it has to do with the temperature. A warm(ish) gray day is peaceful, cool, and laid back, whereas a cold (or freezing) gray day is bleak, endless and windy. (I just had an urge to add a citation to that sentence, proof I've been spending too long on this paper!)
[Box elder trees: not as horrible in the winter.]
Anyway, I noticed the frost this morning looked like tiny little spikes or icy fur.
[foreshadowing? I was working with dogs after all.]
The strange crystals made the chain link fence look more dangerous, yet more soft.
[I'm in love with those brown grass patches.]
However, my day was not as exciting as it may sound. (I know you think pointy frost sounds better than any party, winning game or concert.)
After working with some rambunctious dogs, I went home to try and complete a paper. I didn't get very far (one paragraph) before I decided to blog.
Some people were doing more exciting things today WHICH REALLY TICKS ME OFF.
[a probably awesome piece of art in Chicago, sent from an undisclosed phone]
Ah, but now we must part. I will leave you with a forgotten picture from my home computer: the creepiest Ice Cream van I ever purchased a cold dessert from.
