Friday morning, I saw an amazing sight.
We'd had an ice storm the night before. All the ice had melted off the roads and sidewalks. But the trees, bushes and plants were still coated with ice. When the morning sun touched them, they gleamed white and crystal above the slightly dingy streets. It was magical.
If only I'd been carrying my camera, and could have taken a picture of it.
But maybe it's better that I didn't play the photographer. Part of the magic was that I knew the sight would be gone by midday if not before. Frost was right; "Nothing gold can stay."
We'd had an ice storm the night before. All the ice had melted off the roads and sidewalks. But the trees, bushes and plants were still coated with ice. When the morning sun touched them, they gleamed white and crystal above the slightly dingy streets. It was magical.
If only I'd been carrying my camera, and could have taken a picture of it.
But maybe it's better that I didn't play the photographer. Part of the magic was that I knew the sight would be gone by midday if not before. Frost was right; "Nothing gold can stay."
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