Locked into sculpted rigidity by a frigid accretion that coated every surface of every sort, the countryside gave off almost no sound. Other than the occasional distant cracking of broken trees and the faint whisper of a brief, cold breeze, the most outstanding characteristic of the outdoors was its utter stillness under the glassy glaze. Not a single bird flew or chirped, all insects were absent, all mammals and people holed up in shelter. Bereft of activity, all of life seemed in a state of icebound torpor.
Norman, OK (10 Dec 7), looking WSW