In the secret dark of a foggy night, a delicate artistry takes place.
Everything has been etched with unexpected beauty.
Every bow of the grand towering spruce has shimmering silver traces of hoarfrost.
A Christmas ornament bedecks the yew by the front door. When the rosy sphere was hung, it seemed festive enough. Now its form is enhanced by natural means not foreseen, and by which it is able to exceed its prior beauty.
One moment air and moisture encircled us invisibly...and then, in a secret moment, air and moisture became something new.
But only for a time.
The tangible, visible witness of air and moisture with the touch of the rising sun departs again into the invisible place, leaving behind just a memory.