Early this morning was a fog-filled atmosphere with everything covered in hoarfrost. All the trees layered with rime and every filament of grasses and beiged dormant plants were given the look of finely tatted lace.
Later, I thought – “is that rain?” with the unmistakable sound, but the sight of intense blue sky gave doubt to my ears declaration. In stepping out the doors I realized: the wetness was of falling water droplets, yes, but they were the result of the victorious action of the sunshine upon the hoar frosted branches. Dewy droplets shining in the sunlight stubbornly holding their place on the twigs against the inevitability of their liquid weight finally bringing them as rain upon the ground below.
It’s been a beautiful day.
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