I woke up on Christmas to an entirely different universe than the one I left behind on Christmas Eve.
Hoar frost had settled on the grass, the empty tree branches, the weeds, and even fence lines overnight. It was eerily beautiful. A white Christmas made of thick crystals and fog.
We took a long walk to the lake and back. You could see our trail because the crystals would fly off at the slightest touch. It was hard to resist touching it.