That there is STILL ice on the ground. Not on the roads, thankfully, but it’s still in the grass and on buildings.
Yesterday, my dad and I flew out to Lubbock, and as usual, I was looking out the window, because for some reason, I’m convinced that the plane can’t crash as long as I’m watching. Anyway, I noticed a lot of white stuff scattered around on the ground, and my first thought was, “Woah. Was there a giant sand storm?”
That’s right. When you live in Texas, you see white on the ground and you automatically assume it’s sand. You never stop to think that it could be ice, even though you’ve just been through Icemageddon a week earlier. It was a strange phenomenon.
That’s all. Good night!
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