The past couple of mornings have been foggy frost days: fog in the air, and hoarfrost on all things in it. The trees--every branch etched in frost; the grass, the stones, the cars... Had to clear the windshield of it yesterday at 6am before driving a friend to the Colorado Springs airport though there was no precipitation over night. Rows of trees near the airport, like the tree-hedges of New Zealand, towered up all white against the sky of pinkish wisps before the sun rose. When peeked up over... Sign in to see full entry.