encased

So we're iced in (or so they think in South Carolina). Actually, you can't get down the steps off the front porch. Nor can you walk safely up the driveway. Schools are all closed. Church is closed. It tried to snow for 2 minutes earlier, but it started raining again. Just hits the trees and freezes. When the wind blows, the whole back yard sounds like a plastic wind chime. I'm sitting here practicing a piece called "Sketches for Friends" and (obviously) trying to figure out how to be a better friend. This is the scene out the window.