My understanding, from an education that is now considered by some as completely socially unacceptable, is that Eskimos have perhaps hundreds of different words to describe snow. We will soon enough coin some unique phrases ourselves to describe say car holding snow but for the moment morning frost marks the seasonable change. Since the photo is looking downhill toward the river, the valley can be seen as full of river fog. This fog coats every surface with a uniform coating of liquid. When it freezes a totally uninteresting featureless frost forms. We look forward to the frost crystals that build, one on top of another, when the cold drops straight down from the sky creating miniature castles each unique in its growing form. But today we were given this plain coating. Walking on the grass now will leave footprints on the frost that will turn black when the sunlight burns off the fog. That is as good a reason as any to linger inside with a second cup of tea.
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