Last night, Jack Frost dropped by. This morning, we awoke to a world that spoke of his crystalline touch. Nothing too rude, mind you, just a gentle reminder: Summer is done.
The light blanket of frost that sugared the leaves and flowers and grass didn’t last long. With the first caress of the morning sun, the frost gave way to dew drops. But Jack is a persistent fellow. Soon his visits will be more determined, his touch less forgiving.
Willow House Chronicles 