Thursday, January 3, 2013
And then
morning revealed freezing fog's capriciousness: one grass stem side sheathed in horizontal shards of ice, the other not; one tree sparkling like a lit Christmas tree, another one not; one hank of horse hair tied in an ice-tinsel bow, another one not. Above all, slowly breaking through haze, blue sky teased through clouds in fluid ribbons.
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