It was cold when I left, this morning: frost on the grass, and thick condensation on the window (mind you, that probably reveals rather too much about the state of this house's insulation. Round the corner, as I headed to the station, it was dark and wintry - and coming back, this evening, hoar frost on all the grass and leaves and car windshields. After the past few weeks of strange mildness, this crackling dry cold was very welcome.
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