On a drive home from town yesterday, I traveled our country road just as the morning sun prodded a heavy fog to lift, leaving behind a brilliant display of rime across the entire landscape. From the tallest trees to the smallest tuft of grass, everything shone brilliant white. I stopped at several points on my drive just so I could prance through the tall whitewashed grass.
The Road Home
—Mitchell
Hegman
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