Frozen fog

Frozen fog settled on us overnight making the trees the bright spot in the day. As the day warmed up, the frost flaked off the tree branches and floated down like snow. We're in the holding pattern: enough moisture to keep us damp, not enough to make it snow. The snow that is still piled up is greying by the day. Snowbanks on the street corners make pointing pencil tips of ice. We're ready for a fresh coat of light to bring us out of the pattern. Until then, there is the indoor pool. It is too warm for lap swimming (I have always thought so, but today I tried to swim and I felt light headed) but perfect for underwater tea parties and practicing to float. Dietrich held on to a noodle and dunked himself under, then pulled himself back up -- delighted at his new found love of exhaling underwater. Elliott jumped in three times, though "jump" is being generous. But it was enough to encourage him (and me) that he really can do it. Outside the floor to ceiling windows the white trees kept flaking, but inside, we were transported to some other world, where it is 88, sunny, and wet all the time.