
It was cold. A fog rolled in, it
froze on everything.
My person took me out at 2 AM so I
could be part of the magic.

of ice on everything. I saw it for myself.

like old paint.

for me to sit on them .

the icy branches vivid and sparkly.



was beautiful.

My person’s fingers had gotten so cold by this time she needed to
go in.
This morning all the magic has gone. Just the same old everyday
cement driveway and normal old shrubs.
I’m so glad I saw the beauty in the ice last night.