Black ice is a funny thing. You can’t see it until you know you’ve felt it. At that point you probably have a macro view of the ground because … well you’re laying on it.

This morning I almost slipped about a half dozen times on my way to the light rail. Were it not for Spun’s early morning exploration in driving to and from Southside Booty Camp, I would have likely just hauled down the sidewalk unknowingly preparing for some great acrobatics. Instead I stayed off the sidewalks as much as possible, hiking alongside in the grass, crunchy fallen leaves and clover.

This one clover leaf stood out to me as it cradled another below it. The veins of the underside were coated with tiny crystals of ice. Gorgeous to see leaves looking out for each other.