Black ice

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh. The scourge of winter is not snow. It is not bitter cold. It is not even wind. It is ice. Black ice. My pals and I did a skating rink 6 miles today in the City of Poughkeepsie, the streets of which were covered in a thin sheen of ice. It was not fun. Winter's here to stay, as we are skating away on the thin ice of a new day.