Cloud cover created fog and many days of low visibility. With surprisingly no wind for weeks on end, water droplets in the fog froze on impact with tree branches, poles, doors--any stable object, creating a magical display of rime ice, which is heavier and denser than hoarfrost. The picturesque result made the month seem so much less dreary, though the ice on power lines caused power outages and havoc for electrical repair teams. Ice underfoot is a yearly nuisance, something the author wishes she could push to the background of their daily attention as she does with ice throughout most of the year. Instead, her encounters with ice seem to provide minor irritations or minor pleasures: its helpfulness with sore muscles and keeping picnics cold, its annoyances when walking. Much of her awareness of ice involves processes understood as caused by human activity. In writing this essay, the author hopes to expand her appreciation of ice.