So it like, snowed.
From the weather reports and bread aisle, there was some skeptical but tangible concern. But it was nothing outside of bitter cold (which continues I should add).
Anywho, I noticed the nails or whatever on the rooftop below held some warmth. And they made this pattern.
In other snapshottery of the day, here’s the thing I picked up at the antique store, an old metal firetruck: