On Monday, Portland was paralyzed by ice rain – one of the most beautiful weather occurrences I know. Yes, I know it’s dangerous. And yes, I know the sheer weight of it can break things. But it’s still devastatingly beautiful to see. The entire world is coated in a thin layer of glass that sparkles and reflects illusions of actual dimensions, not unlike a Hall of Mirrors. If the sun comes out, the crystalline sense intensifies even more. There was a hint of sunshine toward the afternoon, but for the most part, it was an overcast day. As the temperature slowly started to rise, I took my camera and ventured outside. I wish I could have photographed the sounds; soft, melodic drips followed by noisy crashes from every corner of the garden. After listening to this gradual release for a while, I started hearing birds. It was as if a a petrifying spell had been broken, and everything was awakening once again. Just like Sleeping Beauty.