This morning the trees have bloomed with frost. Stems of white bark holding up these delicate flowers to the sky. I got out of bed, put on my boots and jacket and went for a short walk with the dogs. Anu came out of her house stretching and yawning. The trees creaked with a slight wind. I can feel the moisture in the air.
What I really want to do is just go back to sleep. But I don't want to miss out on any of this silver-grey.
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