morning of splendor

Yesterday was not good (sick and grumpy husband; cranky, unpleasant children though at 19 and 21, "children" somehow seems inappropriate...), so the gift of unexpected beauty this morning was even sweeter. Saw the frost on my windshield this morning and was grumbling about having to scrape scrape scrape (my car has a rather large windshield), and then I got close enough to really see...

It was as if a painter with the lightest of touches had worked through the night, leaving no signature but the delicate tendrils of ice now sparkling in the sunlight. The window was covered with feathers of frost, long, graceful things like ostrich plumes, gracefully arched over their fallen companions.

>^..^<