posted on Dec, 4 2014 @ 03:42 AM
Many years ago, when I was still an East Coaster (NY), there was an ice storm in the middle of the night. I looked out the window & saw that
everything, trees, porch railings, shrubs, cars, all looked like they had been coated with a smooth, shiny coat of glass several inches thick. The
light from the streetlight shone back at me from a million tiny brilliant points of light. I called my brother to the window, & after several moments
we decided we just had to get out & look around.
It was after 2 AM, dead quiet, the air was cold & crisp, & it was like being in another world. The ground was also covered in slick ice; we were in
the middle of the street sliding along & having a great time, when we heard a slow C-R-R-R-A-C-K-K sound from above. With a sudden loud, explosive
CREAK-POP, a huge tree branch came falling down, landing on a neighbor's car & crushing the roof level with the body! The increasing amount of ice on
the branch had apparently gotten heavy enough to snap the huge thing like a matchstick.
The trees on the block were old growth trees; the houses were all 3 stories tall, the trees at least 5, & some of the branches were almost as big
around as my waist. As we stood there with our mouths hanging open, there was another cracking sound beginning down the block someplace. Suddenly it
seemed like a great idea to get back in the house. We must have looked funny trying to hurry without falling on the ice, sorta like one of those
dreams where you're scared, you want to run, & can't move faster than a slow crawl.
We got some sleep & went back out later that morning. A few more humungous branches had come down, though none of them did major damage like the first
one. Respect the ice? Oh, yeah! Even when it's most beautiful, it can still be deadly.
edit on 12/4/2014 by BuzzCory because: (no reason