The sun is just now coming over the hill, catching the ice that coats the tree limbs and transforming it to glittering amber. Alas, the view from my kitchen window is not a particularly good one, just enough for a glimpse of what's going on out there, but somebody, somewhere, must be getting quite a treat this morning, all spread out against a clear sky.
Down there in the shadow, the stuff on the windshields is still just ice.
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