Winter Wonderland

Pictuesque was the word to describe it. Another would be state disaster. Across the state, trees were beautifully adorned with translucent decorations, ice droplets accumulating on pine needles, telephone poles, power lines, cars, and mailboxes alike. Matt looked outside at this winter wonderland of drab gray, still under the assault of freezing rain. Power was out in many towns, his being one of them. No power meant no heat and no stove and the refrigerator would need to be cleared soon. Trees were down, blocking numerous streets and power lines hung down perilously next to them. He thought about driving into work for no more than three seconds before he bundled himself in another sweater, lit a candle, and slipped back into bed with a book.