You can tell that I'm procrastinating, because my level of procrastination goes in direct ratio with the number of pointless lj posts I make in one day, but really, the weather right now is odd. According to various weather sites it is -1C and maybe I'm just warm-blooded, but it seems far warmer to me than that, because I was walking around quite comfortably in a t-shirt and bare feet a few moments ago (well... maybe not *comfortably* I realised that there was broken glass from my party animal neighbours at some point and tip-toed back inside for shoes; but I wasn't cold is the point)
Now the weirdness: there is freezing rain. Heavy freezing rain.
Walking about, feeling warm, in a t-shirt while little pellets of ice drop onto your head is a most surreal feeling.
I've had some experience with freezing rain: I lived though the great ice storm of '98, which was basically an extended holiday for ten year old me (I wasn't in a badly affected region and didn't end up in a shelter, though I know people who did). I hate freezing rain when I need to travel, or when it knocks out the power, but I love the tinkling sound it makes, skittering against my window glass, and its beauty when it collects on tree branches like a glimmering, glassy cocoon. I love it when the sun rises, or sets, and the light catches through all of those crystals and turns them golden. And, I've decided, I also love the feeling of walking barefoot on a warm evening and having little droplets on it melt on my cheeks.