Not a post about Robert Frost...
Perhaps a reminder to go reread something by that Frost however.
No, this is a post about normal morning frost.
Being the first winter I have spent here, it is interesting to see how the weather is different from past places I have called home.
This morning was different.
The cold has settled in here for a few weeks.
Lows in the twenties at night, recently dipping into the teens...
It has been clear, largely, so the front slipping through town last night was a bit sneaky.
I could feel it arrive, those teen temps warmed up to mid-twenties in about an hours time.
This morning, as the sun came up, things looked a bit different.
At first I thought it had snowed, the world had a crystaline veneer.
Not snow though, but heavy frost covering roof tops, the street, the trees...
Sun filtered through a fog.
Not thick fog, but very present and seemingly frozen.
A sheer curtain of mist.
As that fog has burned off, slowly the frost recedes.
Sun rising has gotten the roof tops steaming, but only on one side.
The shade keeping this skim frozen coating in place...
Even still, at mid day.
I have been pleased every morning I see a sunrise light up these mountains faces.
Those bluebird, clear days, when the peaks seem to be illuminated from within.
The clarity seems to be heightened as the temperatures have dropped.
The views, somehow, improved.
But seeing this frost was beyond average window scraping fodder.
Something I had not seen before, I guess...
Sure, frost is frost is frost.
The combination of the cold and fog, how heavily it covered the ground was it's own combination.
Quite lovely to see.
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