The sun glitters off the frost and sparkles in the winter air. I have enjoyed the last two mornings. The crisp winter air and sunshine has boosted everyone's demeanor this week. The tiny little crystals envelope each blade of grass. The ice crystals seem to grow as I watch. Tall, thin ones are growing on one leaf while short, cube ones are on another. Each is unique and glimmers in the morning light.
Beauty, like our footing does betray;
Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way:
Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on,
And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
~John Dryden
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