Mietzke's Holden Adventure

A band of trees stands white and frozen mid-mountain where the blue frost hung like a shroud today. The trees above are deep green and the trees below though heavy laden with snow have a darker hue. I have never seen a fog the color of the one that snuggled tight against the valley sides this morning. The deep blue grey fog emanates a cold feeling which was both beautiful and eerie, as if maybe another world lay beyond. Railroad creek is freezing over and hoar frost grows by the creek side sending out icy feathers to the east. The ice has formed a bridge above the flowing water a little over an inch thick and cascades in places frozen in time. When you walk down the road frost gathers around your eyes and in your hair. Even layers feel thin and have a difficult time holding back the cold. Toes and fingers numb up fast and your breath catches in your throat and your skin aches. I could be one of those trees frozen in mid thought.