re: #297 Fat Bastard Vegetarian

My favorite thing as a kid was when freezing rain would adhere to the trees, enshrouding all of them in thick ice. Then, when I walked through the still, water-mulch-smelling woods, the wind would blow, the branches creak, the ice crack, and tumble down with sounds like shattering laughing crystal. Such a beautiful sound, such a beautiful sight. Like being in a diamond forest.