That´s what that sound was

I was awoken from my nap (I´m still adjusting to the time change!) by a loud crashing noise. It was sheets of ice sliding down my roof, banging on the pavement, a sound I admit to not being at all used to. Even so, I found myself about to head out the door without a jacket on, as if I was still in California. 

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