Proof that it’s super cold in Dallas

Our eaves hatch icicles.

Our plants wear ice coats.

Poison berries preen on a white backdrop.


Gloves keep us warm (but the cold has its way.)

The ice underfoot becomes modern art.

The bridge over troubled water boasts snow.

The mockingbird still sings its winter song.

And all is right in the cold, cold world.

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