A winter wonderland or a serious pollution crisis?
When I looked out our bedroom window Monday morning into the pre-dawn darkness, I was surprised to see whiteness everywhere. Although it was still dark, I could make out a low-hanging sheet of fog so thick I couldn’t see beyond our neighbor’s house. The lawns were filled with white-covered grass, ice-laden trees and frosty bushes. As the sun rose, our garden exploded into icy prisms of reflected color. It was beautiful.