Manic Monday: Frost

I love the electricity in the air on a crisp frost covered morning. There is something magical in that stillness. When all you can hear is the crunch of the grass and the occasional honk of the geese running late for warmer regions. The smell of the air is so different after the first frost, it smells “clean”. No matter how old I get, I still find myself doodling in the frost on my house windows, etching patterns with my fingernails. . Mother Nature is putting some of her children to rest (at least in the Midwest) and the time of fires and snuggling inside has arrived. Frost is the door creaking shut on another year.