Piercing sun
angled sharply over the lake this morning as it began to peek above the tree canopy
to the East.
First frost
had no chance to linger in its glare.
Two black
dogs helped disperse the rime, running tag-team circles in frosty grass, their unleashed
frenzy panting greener trails, concentric and intersecting.
A lone Muscovy
warmed his paddles, sucking a contrail of lake fog from the dissipating mist
behind him.
As winter as
it gets here in Florida.
