Frosted

This morning the sun rose through a heavy bank of fog on the eastern horizon. The fog rolled over us shortly after.


While I did the chores, the fog enveloped the farm and I could almost see the frost forming on the trees as the moist air hit the cold branches.


Cocoa's eyebrows, chin and ruff became frosted.


Even the cows were whitened with frost where they must have been breathing on each other.