White after all
Last night, it snowed. A gentle white scattering before midnight so we had a white Xmas. During the night, gentleness gave way to something altogether heavier. The Cooriedog walk became a winter's trudge. The air was still and the snow was wet so it stuck to the branches of the trees. Like makeup expertly applied to a tired face, they were transformed. The trudge had its rewards.
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