Yesterday, I woke up to find the world had turned white. In addition to the snow already on the ground, hoar frost covered everything. I was in heaven.
Fog in the air gave the outdoors the feeling of void, or emptiness, consuming the world, or waiting for a creator.
The frost lasted all day. The spikes growing longer.
The white untouched snow on the river belies the water flowing below the surface.
And it was still and quiet, except for the breeze occasionally causing a shower of snow fall.