Day 23 - 9:37am, 23 January 2019
Jack Frost must have been working hard last night, pasting his crystals to the ground. This morning they are everywhere. The car thermometer is showing minus four degrees. It is so cold, it hurts my face and chest to breathe. Yet, coming along the road just after I take the photo, a student I'm assuming passes me wearing only a pair of very short shorts and a matching t-shirt. His gait suggests he has all the time in the world. The only thing he is missing is a surf board and he wouldn't have looked out of place on an Australian beach, but he breezes past nonetheless, seemingly immune to the bone-chilling frost in the air.
I walk Little Miss up to Brownies. The pavement is alive with an endless supply of crystals, winking up at us. The frost has not lifted here all day, it has etched itself to the pavement. But just over an hour later I return to collect her. The temperature has lifted and the sparkle has gone, leaving behind a black, soggy pavement. The sparkle is still there though, albeit in patches. You just have to look a little harder to find it and that's okay.
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