Shortly after opening the back door recently to take a picture of small snow drifts upon my deck, my fingers began to tingle from the cold.
[“I shut the door and frost upon the glass began to melt”]
I snapped a photo and shut the outer door. Then I noticed a frosty design upon the outer pane of glass and, hurrying - the warmth from inside the house not only warmed my fingers but attacked the patterns of frost - I caught one wintery scene.
And then it was gone.
[“The frost melted and disappeared, the spruce tree came into focus”]
With the frost melted, only a light covering of miniscule droplets remained, and the camera focussed more easily on the outdoor scene beside the back fence.
Winter. Lovely.
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