"Ghost Breath" for the New Year

I can understand why the Eskimos have 1,000 words for snow. This morning there was the most ethereal "ghost breath" frost on everything.

It was an exquisitely thin white veneer coating the tiniest articulations. (click to see detail)


A teacher once advised leaving plants to wither "as long as you can stand it". There's beauty in a faded bloom as well.


The world has been shrouded to a tint of its former self.