That invisible ice is called "black ice" in Dallas, while we might have called it "glare ice" in Nebraska. I call it other things that aren't printable when I discover it.
At six the patio and front walk just looked wet, but most school districts were already closed for the day. Shortly after that falling frozen ice pellets began alternating with fluffy snowflakes and sideways snow. It's been a Blue and Gold banquet of weather options by midmorning, all as appealing as the potluck dishes after the nose-picking Cub Scouts have gone through the line first.
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder