First Frost

Came out this morning to find the first frost of the winter season on the ground. The temperature had dropped below the required 32° and the grass was showing the tell-tell signs of the freeze that is about to come. I however was still in my fall best: no coats, no socks. Some things never change.

It was strange in another way: I realized this morning in a joyful way that spring and summer are just a few months away. The misery, the dread of the dead months were going to come and go, and the promise of warmth, of life, and of many other things were just a few days away. And it made the day start in a very positive way for me.