Sunday, we awoke to a frosty morning; every outdoor surface covered in tiny ice crystals.
Upon opening the door, all was hushed outside; the birds quietly perched in maples and pines.
The morning sun cast twinkling lights and delicate shadows across fresh snow.Nevermind the sawcut in that tree trunk. That's some of Speedy's work for a mountain bike trail. Nevermind that the nearest mountain is five hundred miles away.
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