There was some delicate frost on evergreens we planted as fingerlings from Arbor Circle 20 years ago, when we first moved here. A faint pinkish glow showed through the woods on a walk with my son and dog the other day; a faint sheen of ice coated the farms next door, blown clean by the wind; I enjoy the dramatic branches of winter trees pointing skyward; and an old road on the property that my kids use for walking the dog.
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