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a light tracery of silver frost
Dec. 1st, 2004 11:27 amThis morning we had our first freeze of the year here in Dallas/Fort Worth. We had a light feathery tracing of frost this morning on everything. It was fairly heavy on the windshields of the cars.
On the drive in this morning I watched in wonder as the frost steamed off of the black plastic erosion barriers as they warmed suddenly in the early morning sunlight. They steamed so much it looked almost as if a set of misters had been installed overnight. Turning a construction eyesore into a magical construct.
Low lying ground fog, hovering just over the grass as seen from the road, it wasn't more than a few feet thick. Under, the grass sparkled with a tracery of silver frost, a bright blanket of white of the low fog right above it, contrasted against the bright blue sky on the crisp morning.
The early morning light was amazing, the frost turning the most mundane things into magical realms. A stack of rail-road ties, highlighted against the trees, their rugged textured surfaces in silvery sparkles. Looking across the yard and being able to tell our early morning animals have walked. Watching the horses, brown, clean, and strong walk along their bright silver field.
I may live in the city, but when you travel the back roads to avoid the freeway backups, a wonderful fantasy world awaits you on early frosty mornings. You just have to take the time to look, to feel, to experience.
On the drive in this morning I watched in wonder as the frost steamed off of the black plastic erosion barriers as they warmed suddenly in the early morning sunlight. They steamed so much it looked almost as if a set of misters had been installed overnight. Turning a construction eyesore into a magical construct.
Low lying ground fog, hovering just over the grass as seen from the road, it wasn't more than a few feet thick. Under, the grass sparkled with a tracery of silver frost, a bright blanket of white of the low fog right above it, contrasted against the bright blue sky on the crisp morning.
The early morning light was amazing, the frost turning the most mundane things into magical realms. A stack of rail-road ties, highlighted against the trees, their rugged textured surfaces in silvery sparkles. Looking across the yard and being able to tell our early morning animals have walked. Watching the horses, brown, clean, and strong walk along their bright silver field.
I may live in the city, but when you travel the back roads to avoid the freeway backups, a wonderful fantasy world awaits you on early frosty mornings. You just have to take the time to look, to feel, to experience.