The fog is heavy today, freezing onto every available surface. I'm assuming the barn is still somewhere behind that tree, but you can't tell due to the choking density of the fog.
It reminds me of a little scene that played out countless times during my growing up years.
Dad would laugh and correct her. "The saying is, 'winter's fog will freeze a dog.'"
They would both laugh as Mom shook her head, "I thought for sure I said it right this time," she'd say.
But always, always, she'd get it wrong.