wisps of ice

I see something beautiful every day. Today it was the jagged hoar frost on the trees which forgot to lose their leaves last fall. If I hadn't already been running late, I would have stopped to take more pictures. I knew that by the time I walked home, the hoar frost would be gone.

This morning's sky was thick with a low fog. As I got close to work, I noticed that bits of fog were clinging to my coat and mittens; thin wisps of ice that melted as soon as I hung up my coat. I thought about how much I have in common with the fog, the frost or the ice on my coat! James said, "What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes."