Frosty

Looking out the bedroom window as I closed the blinds, it looked like it was snowing. I watched the street light for a minute. Peculiar. Not snow but fog, an unusual visitor on a still night in winter. 

The next morning, everything but the air was white. A thick layer of radiation or hoar frost covered the branches and trees, created by nature’s paintbrush as the air cooled and deposited the water vapour in crystalline form on the twigs and branches. It left an impressive canvas.

After breakfast, we dressed quickly for a walk in the frigid air since the sun was already warming the east facing branches. The boardwalk was our destination of choice but we stopped along the way on a street with giant senior trees, 

so pretty in this frost.

Many along the boardwalk had cameras and one could understand why. The frost hung in the air as we looked out to the lighthouse. 

Along the trail, the trees and grasses were frosty, 

creating a magical though nippy cold atmosphere. 

Everyone we met remarked how beautiful it was to walk in those conditions.

As is typical this winter, it looked like the sun wouldn’t last long as the blue grey clouds spread over the scene. 

However it lifted our spirits to experience the phenomenon with so many others in the setting we know and love.