“What good is the warmth of summer,
without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
How sweet next summer will be!
The current weather conditions produce a spectacle, which repeats itself every morning. Large ice crystals form overnight on tree branches in the cold valleys. Fogs forms in the morning around sunrise. The sparse cottonwoods turn into glittering creatures, mysteriously disappearing in the mist. A few minutes later, and the trees emerge back from the fog.
The trees sparkle as if somebody had installed a million crystal lights. Soon enough the crystals melt of the branches, circling gently to the ground. Snow falling out of a blue sky.
The cottonwoods take on their stark winter appearance. Crooked, naked branches disappearing into the winter night.