Terrrriffically frosty:The picture is an old one as I am seldom out at the right time to catch the frost: either I’m so early it isn’t light enough for photography, or I’m late and I’ve missed the best of it.
Last Wednesday would have been a perfect opportunity for pictures as I had to cross the park at 7:30 and the morning was diamond bright.
Sadly, I was in far too much of a hurry leaving the house to remember to take my camera with me, and in too much of a hurry to get to an appointment to stop and fiddle with photos on my phone. It was a lovely walk, though, and perhaps not having a lens to look through allowed me to appreciate the view better.
As I took a shortcut, stomping across the frozen grass, I was reminded of this fragment, written six years ago:
she walks through fields of silver.
Winter cracks under her feet
and the earth breathes
gossamer. In her wake,
the path is damp